The First Conversation

"Hard to be in peace, when your heart is in war with your mind"

The alarm clocked Beeped at 6 Am Sharply. Never was I so punctual ever in my life, to keep an alarm and wake up. My mom and dad are early risers. They wake up exactly at 4 Am everyday, irrespective of having any work or not. As soon as I heard the first Beep, I rushed to wake up.

My heart started bumping and rushing with blood. The same feeling I experienced during my Secondary school grade results. With an urge that was pushing me to edge, I quickly went to fresh up. The water was freaking cold.

Within few minutes, I was done with my morning rituals (Wishing If I was such an early riser during school days). Holding a cup of hot coffee, I opened my Facebook account. My heart was pumping as hell, I could literally feel every beat of it.

Wishing good luck to myself, I typed in the password and my news feed opened up. There in the Notification column, at the top most right corner, was three alerts. My hands became sweaty and the mouse went super slippery.

Overcoming all my nervousness, I clicked on the notification portal. The alerts were from him. Yes that was my man. The moment when all my nervousness turned into excitements. My Tachycardia became Bradycardia (Faster to slower heart beat - Though am not a patient or that old for it). "These moments in life, make you keep going".

He has accepted my friend's request. He has liked the photo and has commented on it. Finally a chance to be his friend atleast. I have tried many a times at school during break hours to talk to him. Nothing turned, he was always surrounded by his pals.

I went and clicked open the photo to see the comments. There were totally 57 comments. Some comments were from him. Some were conversations between his friends.And other were comments from his friends, indirectly replying to my action of tagging.

I skimmed through the comments one by one. The first comment said "Thanks a lot". It was from him. The next top comment was from his friend, declaring a statement to me. "You have good photography skills, I wish you could take photos of him during his wedding".

Excuse me. What the hell? If on earth he gets married and becomes a bridegroom. I will be his bride. How will the bride take photographs on her wedding? That was the most sarcastic comment I have ever seen in my life, till today.

The most painful thing on earth is claiming your man as someone else's. Leaving my pain aside, I liked all his comments, irrespective to whom it was (His comments for his friends, his replies, everything). After all the photo was tagged by me, so I have all the rights to like his comments and replies.

After spending about 10 minutes in the comment section. Went into his personal page and liked all his photos. Suddenly a messaged popped in "Hey, how are you?". That was from him, his first message to me. The thing I longed for.

Almost our conversation continued for about an hour. After which he left offline, saying he has got some work. It was almost a basic conversation with him, but I loved every second of it. I kept re-reading the lines the whole day. Enjoying it everytime I read it again.

For once In my life, I din't try to be happy. When I think of him, it just happens. Before I went off to bed, I texted him a note saying "Hey, I always wanted to tell you this. You look great. Your eyes especially. Your radiant smile. And your math skills".

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With Love

AuthorTK