The more Sour it is, the better it Feels!

Time flew,days passed and my eagerness to attend the coaching grew day by day. Something which was very unusual with me. "He's serious this time". My family uses to say after seeing my regularity in attending the class.
But none knew my actual area of interest. It was unusual, it was different, it was beautiful, it was not me.
With every passing day,i just kept falling for her. I could not understand the reason for this behaviour of mines,but i did not feel like clarifying it. I liked the feeling somehow. It was confusing,disturbing,mind boggling,yet lovable.
Was she the one? I kept asking myself.And the more I asked this question to myself, the more I got confused. this feeling really got me entangled more into her.
The search for an answer simply raised more questions instead of getting any answers.

Yes, I had started to like her,feel for her,fall for her,To dream about her. Yes, I had started to love her.
But I was too confused to realize this. Rather too small or inexperienced if I put it in simple words.

Classes got over and chapters got finished my questions that grew inside me had just started to build up. They had started to eat me up from inside. I could feel a loneliness around me when i did not think about her.
I had to started to drift away from the so called society and social life and was just in the world which was made of her.

My interaction with her was still negligible. I could not find any topic to talk to her. With the little chance i used to get to interact with her, She never used to talk much. All I could get out of her was a Yes or a No. Sometimes i doubted that whether she had a larger vocabulary than these two words.


One fine day,a normal day. I was late.As i opened the gate and started walking towards the door, a voice stooped me from behind
"Oye,where to? Ma'am is not at home."
I was taken back by surprise.I recognized the voice. It was Vaani for sure. I turned back to see that she was standing near the corner and Avantika was there with her too. Even if ma'am would have there inside, i would have stayed out.
"Whats the hurry about Mr. Hero." Vaani used to call me with that slang more than often and i did not like it a bit. Whenever she used to call me by these names i felt like pulling off every hair on her head. seriously, i did not like it one bit. But i never corrected her. I don't know why but i never objected to it directly.
"No hurry as such.I was late."
"yes,you are late.well no need to worry Mr. topper, you did not miss anything.Maam is not at home." Again she started.
"Hmmm,so where is she?  And till when is she gonna come back?" I asked looking straight at Avantika, hoping to get test her vocabulary and choice of words. But same response-'no response'.
Don't know,but she had called me up a few minutes back saying that we all should wait and she is on the way back."
"Oh, that's great." looking helplessly towards Vaani, expecting the same reply from someone else and a a big thank you written over my face for her to budge in.
What? She asked to see that look on my face.
Nothing. just forget it.
Tell me What is it. Have i said something wrong?
Saying things are not wrong,Saying them at the wrong juncture of time is wrong." I replied bluntly.
She was left all bewildered with my response to her question. She did not ask any further questions. For obvious reasons.
The topic just drifted away from there to plants trees and flowers and suddenly everyone was sounding like an expert who had a Doctorate in gardening.
While we were discussing about fruits and something like that, we came across a small 'nArangi' plant in a pot. it was loaded with small little miniature sized orange like fruits.
Seeing that i remarked "Hey, i have just the same thing back at my home.And nearly the same size."
"Ya, i know. I have seen it too." Vaani commented. Now when did she come to know that a plant like this even existed in my garden. Lord forgive her for this.
"Hmmm, I have seen it too at someones place.Looks cute." Avantika Spoke. My god she spoke. Someone should have told her that she looks better and more friendly when she talks. Unfortunately i did not have the guts to do the same. And had no one else to do it for me. Crazy life!
"I bet you just cant eat it." came out a remark from me out of nowhere.
"Yes, I can." Avantika replied back.
"No you cant. I can bet. You cant chew it and swallow."
"How much is the bet for? I will eat it."
"100 Rs. But why are you worried? You wont be able to eat it."
"You don't know me. I can eat it." God, she was speaking the right words. I did not know you but yes, i really wanted to know you. Badly.
"Go ahead it and try it. You will lose the bet Avantika."
there was a kind of sparkle in her eyes and a little determination that somehow did not allow me to step down. I was enjoying that little argument with her.
"I will do it."
"Be my guest avantika."

I had lost the bet!
"My 100 rupees please!"
"What 100 rupees?"
"Now come on, this is not fair. I want my money now."
"I got no money, I am bankrupt."
"Do whatever it takes, but now you have to give me that 100 Rs."
"OK, OK. you will get it. Promise."
"Fine." And she smiled. She smiled and and I could feel my heart beats missing. I could feel it inside me. She looked so beautiful in that charming smile of hers. Full of life and happiness.
I could lose a thousand more hundred rupee bets just to see that smile of hers.
And in the future I did.
Just to see her smile.
Losing bets was not my cup of tea. But somehow here I thought that i had managed a win in my defeat.
That day was a turning point. She started to talk more openly with me and we often shared jokes and little conversation. Things were going the way i wanted and i was happy about it.
Well, I said to myself, being ignorant of the fact that girls can easily eat much sour things than just that stupid little orange can get you this far, I would rather like to stay that way for the rest of life!
You need to act smart, not intelligent!
At the end of the day I thanked God for creating such a remarkable thing as a 'Narangi'. I just gave the right fruits for me! Well almost I must say!
Cheers to orange juice!(personally, i hate oranges and orange flavored anything.)