Eyes that spoke
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, trying to hide her smile. “Huh? What?” I replied, a bit puzzled, as I took out a book from my bag. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she repeated, this time with a full smile. She thought I was staring at her, even though I was simply minding my business. We sat diagonally across from each other in our seventh-grade class. I had a crush on her but hadn’t mustered the courage to express my feelings. However, she always seemed to understand, questioning me at moments like these.
With my foolish mind, I blurted out, “I wasn’t looking at you,” missing the point entirely. “Oh, but you definitely were,” she insisted. Frustration began to creep in, and I retorted, “Okay then, what will you do if I do look at you?“. Without hesitation, she put her books aside, turned towards me, resting her elbow on the bench, and supported her face in her palm. She replied, “Then I will look at you too. What will you do?” Still clueless, I mirrored her actions, saying, “Fine, I’ll look at you then.”
At that moment, we looked directly into each other’s eyes, as close as we could be, feeling each other’s breath like a couple in a cozy coffee shop.
That day, a vivid memory etched itself into the canvas of my mind—a photograph of breathtaking beauty. I can still recall the captivating image of her eyes, a masterpiece captured by my mind’s lens. The delicate curve of her lashes, accentuated by a gentle sweep of mascara, framed her eyes with an elegance that left me in awe. It was a memory I cherished, a treasured snapshot of pure beauty that belonged solely to me.
As I reveled in the beauty of this enchanting moment, my friends looked on with sheer terror etched upon their faces. Suddenly, Abhi intervened and placed a book between our faces. “Abhi, no!” I exclaimed in frustration. “Sir might see, bro,” Abhi cautioned. At that moment, reality hit me, and I finally understood what was happening. As we both swiftly turned towards the board, she blushed, and so did I.
