The first meeting

The following week, I sat in the classroom being prepared that I wanted to see her. My eyes were scanning around the classroom, trying to find her. It was as if I was more concerned about finding her than to complete my studies or just even living. The chaos in the class stood still for a while, and then there she was, she gracefully opened the door, with the cranking noise. The way she gently walked past the door and entered the class was an affectionate moment in itself. The way she carried herself, in an elegant and confident way, is a sight to see. But needless to say, not every eye can see through things like I did. You need an artist's eyes to see through the human emotions.

She was wearing a simple green salwar kameez, and my god! She looked amazing in it. As I was observing her closely, I noticed her eyes. It was black with a slight hint of brown. It was not the most beautiful eyes I saw, but I could see a world of emotions in her eyes, which was a reflection of her own inner self. They held a magical power that drew me into the depths of the sparkling eyes. I was ready to jump off a moving horse, just for the glance of my eyes. My mouth was opened wide as I gazed upon her.

A woman's hair is a fashion statement. It shows her identity and personality. Her hair was more than just a mere physical attribute. It showed her individuality and her unique spirit. Her hair was symbolic to her bold confidence that made her stand out from the crowd. It was truly mesmerizing to watch her.

The way she greeted everyone with a smile on her face with cute dimples was more than enough to make me comfortable. Her cute dimples were a sight of mesmerizing beauty. It was as if time was slowed down so that I could witness it all. I could not help but be captivated by her smile. In her eyes, I found a way to find myself. Like a lonely traveler who found solace at the sight of a human settlement.

And, as I stood still on my bench , her magnetic energy captivated into the magnetic allure of her presence. And in that very moment, I understood that she was the one that I longed for. She holds the power to change my life and make it complete. To me, she was more than a pretty soul, and I could say this just by looking at her gentle and elegant gestures and through her eyes. She was confident, and it showed her individuality and her unique spirit. My advice to new guys, and girls, look into each other's eyes and you will see the person behind their emotions.

Throughout the whole class, my mind and my heart were all centered around her. The whole of the day went blissful with the presence of such a beauty. I wanted to know more, maybe start a conversation, but I was nervous. I don't even know how to start the conversation. The thought of initiating a conversation with her made me nervous. It made my palms sweat and my mind race with insecurities. My legs would shake at the thought of such a great task. However, this time, something felt different. This time, I knew I could not let my introverted nature hold me back. In the days that followed, our interactions became more frequent.

Each day, I tried to sit close to her and watch her. I liked her photos and videos. And doing so, I found out that her birthday is in May and so started a waiting game for me to strike a conversation. And then the opportunity came, I thought of asking her about a math problem we had to do earlier in the class.

But I had a doubt. Will she reply back to me?.

She doesn't even know me. If I send her a text, will she like it, or will she block me. I was in a grave dilemma. With conflicting thoughts circling around my restless mind. I disregarded my idea of sending her a text message multiple times over a period of a few moments. But in my desperate attempt to strike a conversation with the mystery girl, I decided to send a text after all, what worse can possibly happen? My heart was pounding hard, and my fingers were shaking as I reached out for my phone and wrote a short message highlighting the issue about the math problem.

As I pressed the send button, my heart seemed to stop for a moment or two. Doubt and insecurities ran through me, leaving me in a complex situation. And now it was up to fate or her to determine the results of my recent attempt. I, however, did not have any positive response or results in my mind. I knew I was not going to get a result. Every second and every passing moment, I casually looked upon my phone, hoping to get a reply. In such a situation, I would randomly stare at the screen of my phone. And seeing that people around me thought I was losing my mind or something. But when even after a day, she did not respond to my text, I gave up the whole idea. I thought maybe she did not want to chat with an unknown guy and to be Frank. If I had been in her place, I may not have talked to a stranger. Finally, just as I was about to give up hope, a notification popped up on my screen. My heart stopped for a while, trying to figure out what I should do. I took my phone in hand and turned it on. Yes!.

It was her. My heart felt a strong sense of excitement, as I saw her name appear. I opened the message, and to my surprise, she responded kindly and seemed genuinely interested in helping me with the math problem. However, she currently did not have a proper understanding of the math problem. And hence was the start of another phase.

Every once in a while, we would talk about different math problems and about different courses we had together. The whole point about our chats was about school stuff, like taking notes, about homework, and whether there would be class. As we continued to exchange messages about school-related topics, our conversations gradually became more frequent and meaningful. To some boys, chatting with a girl who is a complete stranger is not a big deal. But for such a shy, antisocial, and introverted person like me, this was a mission impossible. The toughest job in the world is finding new topics or new ideas to talk about. For my readers, I have to tell you that I was really putting efforts to find reasonable things to talk about. As a matter of fact, I never talked or chatted with my friends for such a long time. If you guys are reading this, please forgive me. I know I rarely talk, that is because I don't even know what to talk about. OK, let's get into our story;