In the college the girls were somehow attracted to me, I did not know the actual fact whey they were. But I used to be a good student and I had never skipped my class. Whenever they needed some notes for the classes they had skipped I gave them without any question. I was not so good looking having a slim body. I kept my hairs long and well kept. When I walked they used to bounce and I heard some girl passing a remark, ‘Tapan has a good hair style.’ I laughed inside but did not tell anything.
Some how a girl named Nisha managed to be my friend with whom I used to go to coffee house for time pass. There she said, ‘Tapan, can you tell me one thing?’
I looked at her and asked, ‘yes, tell me.’
She looked at my eyes and said, ‘well, I rather we, my friends did not understand why on earth’s name you don’t talk with the girls? Do you have any problem.’
I took some time to answer her and said, ‘well, Nisha, not talking to girls means the person in question must have some problem. Are you telling this?’
She did not expect such answer. She looked at me with pain in the eyes and said, ‘no, not actually. But in general boys or girls fell for each other at this age.’
I asked her straightway, ‘do you mean to say that you’ve fallen for me?’
Here it would be not out of question to describe her. She was a good-looking girl who used to wear all sorts of modern dress. She had sharp nose, thin lips, round face and her eyes sparkled with life. She had a good figure but by nature I never eyed her physical aspect. I knew she was heartthrob of so many boys in our college.
She fumbled with the words. She sipped her coffee and took some time to find the answer. Then she looked up and said, ‘well, okay. Let me tell you yes, I’ve a crush on you.’
I laughed out loud, surprising the others who was away from us. They looked at us with questions in their eyes. It took her quite surprised. She stammered to find the proper word. She lastly told looking at the others to ease down the scene, ‘what makes you laugh like this?’
I continued to smile and said, ‘well, Nisha I never realized that a good looking smart girl like you can fall for someone who doesn’t have any interest over the girls.’
Nisha tried once again, ‘but Tapan, you must care for the others.’
I was rigid, ‘who cares for the others. I’ve my own world. I’m just happy with that. If you fall for me it’s your deed not mine, right Nisha.’
She shook her head. Her hairs bounced with that. She told, ‘you never understand. Okay. Lets go.’
We came out of the coffee shop and she bye me. Did I notice tear, as her eyes seemed to be soaked? But fuck, I did not care anything.
From the next day she never looked at me but the girls used to look at.