This Is How It All Began!

It was just another casual day when my friend mentioned you, the most desirable guy of our session. I remember what she exactly said,

"Did you hear about him? Every girl likes him and you won't believe he is so beautiful. I am definitely having a crush on him."

"What guy?"

I asked unknowingly, I was so unaware of your existence that time and I am not lying, I was certainly like that, not caring, never giving a damn about anyone or anything.

"That guy in Black t-shirt there!"

She replied.

I looked at you. I looked at you for the first time. You were sitting in the corner seat of our row, doing absolutely nothing, and you seemed just normal to me, just another normal guy, another ordinary guy.

"LOL, what is so special about him? He is OK!"

I said. I couldn't have cared any less about you. I got back to what I was doing, leaving this shocked look on her face. She was truly astonished by the fact how someone would say something like that for you. She looked at me all annoyed and said,

"Oh come on, don't be so over. He is so cute, accept it. Nobody is telling him anyway. It's just between us two."

This time, I looked at you again, with a slight interest in what is so good about you that got her so mad. And again, you were just ordinary.

I smiled, and for her consent, I nodded and acted like I agreed with her, I agreed that you are beautiful.

But, you were not then. You were not!

Or probably you were, I don't know. I am not sure. Probably this is how it all began, how I fell for you for the very first time, unknowingly,

I fell for the guy, who was ordinary at one moment and perfectly beautiful the following.

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She misses her father.

Dad, you taught me to play. You taught me to play with all those little dolls, Stuffed animals, electronic trains, toy robots, You taught me to hold the bat, and hit the ball, You taught me how to handle the rackets, And how to play badminton or table tennis, You made me able to play and won all those different games. When I was the littlest of me, a toddler, You taught me to sit, to stand, to crawl, to walk, and to run You saw me learning to speak, laugh, smile, You witness me getting older and older with every passing day, And you were my mentor for all of this. My first day of school, then college, university, And finally, my first day on the job. You were proud, you were the happiest, And my biggest inspiration, my teacher, my best advisor, You saw me achieving it bit by bit and you were there. You were there to pick me up every time I fall, And support me, and encourage me every time I fail, You taught me how to handle tears when I am down, And how to laugh

You are her escape.

Every time she is a little too sad inside, she comes to you. She comes to you running, walking, crawling, the least she has the strength the fastest she comes to you. Every time, when someone very dear to her betrayed her, cheated on her, or left her in the worldly chaos to fight alone, and to wonder if she is strong enough to get over the hurt that beloved has caused her, she gathers her courage, and recollect all the torn pieces of her heart, hopes, and trust, and she comes to you. And that time, when someone who was the dearest to her, died, she didn't say a word, she laughed hysterically, she grieved in silence and came to you. She prayed for his peace in the hereafter and stayed patient. When everyone around her was crying, screaming, complaining about the loss she had gone through, she remained calm, she asked everyone to be strong, and she quietly whispered to you to make it easy for all of them, and that she believes that whatever you did must be the right thing to do, s

How to be happy?

Once was very happy. The same girl cries a lot now. Who did this to her? They say, she killed her happiness. Why would she? She is crazy. What drove her crazy? She did this to herself. Weird, she seems stupid. Yes, she does. But why? Who knows. Once she was known as the happiest-go-luckiest girl. Her teacher was tired of her always laughing. Annoyingly he'd say, you don't care where you sit, you will always laugh, right? Happily, she'd say, yes, sir! I am always happy. I make my own happiness. How? they'd ask. Just like this! She'd shrug. It was easy for her to be happy. Her classmates called her "Kittenish". Who laughs the most, cries the most too, they'd tell her. Nah, I won't. Proudly she'd say. Believing in her fate, in her God, in herself. I'll always laugh like this. Then she fell in love. With this calm, great guy, I must say. He was so beautiful. She used to think about him all the time. He had this infectious smile and chameleon ey

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