She was barely at the threshold of her teenage but had fallen
deeply in love with this totally unknown tall, dark, handsome guy. He had
become the “Hero” of all the bollywood flicks she saw, of all the romantic
novels she read, of all the juicy gossips she had and of all the dreams she
dreamt.
She often met him at the Community hall of her society and
never failed to steal moments just to get his weak-on-knees laugh or simply a
gentle brush against him. Her gang of girls ragged her to bits and pieces but
that didn’t dissuade her feelings for him.
On one lazy noon when she was all alone at her place sipping
on orange juice, a string of missed calls disturbed her land phone. The sudden
ringing made her spill a little juice on the floor but ignoring the mess, all
she thought was it must be her ‘Hero’ doing it, sending her signals of love and
confessing his feelings too.
Starry eyed she was and jumped at once in the
wagon of love, humming her favourite romantic numbers, dancing with her mommy’s
red dupatta, lost in her imaginary garden of flowers and trees until she
slipped on the spilt juice on the floor and coming down with a sprained ankle.
Nursing her ankle with a few ice-cubes made her feel better
and pulled her back to senses. All she wanted was to get back on her feet at
the earliest and wear her brand new dress and wedges for the upcoming New Year
party.
Charged, pumped up and excited for the society New
year celebration. All were slowly gathering and joining in the party. But she was waiting only for her Lochinvar to appear and there he was, looking
like a million dollars worth but alas…. Ayanna was extremely disappointed to
see this beautiful girl tugging along with him. The locked arms and beaming
faces said it all.
She was green with envy and her dead moods were the toppings of her rising temperature.
Her gang of girls were already on the dance floor. She adored dancing but with
situations turning topsy-turvy, she whined in disbelief. To her amazement in minutes cupid
struck again, her ex-hero had a younger brother too.
She had once read in her romantic novels, “Don't frown,
because you never know when someone is falling in love with your smile.”
Ayanna got up, smoothened her crease, smiled and joined her
friends. She had discovered her next crush.
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