My Virgin Love

My Virgin Love:

I am GD, 21 years of age, tall and slim build, a final year Computer Science Engineering student from SVITS, Indore. Being introvert by nature I have pick up this hobby of sharing my thoughts through blogs. Ever since my first blog I always see comments from this one particular unknown person named “LOVINGSHEENA”. Wow sounds like a girl’s name. But the comments are always sarcastic in nature and I welcome them (I am a typical VIRGO).

I just can’t define my gratitude to GOOGLE. In this Google Era you can find out just any person. This LovingSheena is actually an Electrical Engineering final year student from the same college. She takes the same bus # 5 for college as me. Her name is Tanvi, a simple, slim, introvert (naughty to me), decent girl. She stays in our college’s girls’ hostel. We have this hi, hello kind of friendship.

Me: Hi Tanvi urf Sheena, thanks for all your comments

Her expression changed from surprise to mischievous smile and I just simple adore it.

She: How did you come to know of it?

I liked that she didn’t even tried to hide it anymore.

Me: First tell me why you wanted to hide it?

No reply..

Me: Anyways, in some ways your comments did help me improve. Thanks.

I believe flattery always works in case of girls.

We started meeting through mutual group of friends. On one such occasion we, a group of 6, 2 boys and 4 girls, went to Rajwada to see dandiya. I didn’t even realize that I am facing opposite to where people are playing dandiya and staring directly at Tanvi, until she pointed out.

She: People are playing dandiya over there

Caught red-handed so I just blurted out:

Me: But I want to see here

She: Then do as you wish

After a few seconds what was like a life time for me, I realized that we are in a group and she isn’t feeling much comfortable by my act. Thus unwillingly I have to look away from her.

With the passage of time and frequent exchange of novels and CDs we got closer and much comfortable in each other’s company. Now we don’t need any reason to strike a conversation.

One fine day she asked me to accompany her for shopping. I was to pick her up from hostel at 5 in evening. I got dressed to my best, deciding against my Splendor; I took my friend’s CBZ (on one condition that I will make frequent use of brakes) and left for the girls’ hostel. She kept me waiting for about 25 minutes outside hostel as boys not allowed inside. Then taking the longest way we reached Westside on MG road.

She tried a few things and kept asking about my opinion. I was just using three words good, ok or fine in cyclic or some random order. The 8th time when she entered the changing room, I have decided to come up with some nice words. She came out wearing a skirt in a very nice shade of blue. Words got stuck in my mouth. She took a 360 degree turn and gazed at me as if asking how it is. Now I have to say something, something really nice.

Me: Nice ass

Did I really say that? OMG, I am a dead meat. After that I was not able to keep the track of number of times I said Sorry. It was then I realized the true meaning of the song “Ruthe Rab ko manana asaan hai, ruthe yaar ko manana muskil hai”. I don’t know how to make up with her, or do I? YES. I dedicated a blog to her and it did the trick. We are friends again.

But after that incident I have vowed to take revenge. I wanted her to say sorry. I wanted her to feel the same way as I have felt the last few days. Luckily enough I got my chance pretty soon. After a few days when we were passing by each other she ignored my smile. Later I came to know that she was returning from a viva where she didn’t perform well enough. But it was my chance and I am not going to miss it at any cost. In the evening when she called me, I didn’t answer her calls. Even though it was hurting me too, I don’t want to miss the pleasures of making her feel pity. Next day when I was browsing the net in the cyber café of college library, she came and stood by my side.

She: Good Morning Sir

As if nothing has happened.

Say “sorry” dear, I am not going to let you get away with it so easily.

I ignored her

She: Hellooooooooo!

C’mon all she has to do is to say a simple five letter “sorry”. But I can’t ignore her any more.

Me: Excuse me! Are you talking to me?

She smiled and simply turned off my computer’s CPU. I kept staring at the blank monitor and turned on the CPU. She turned it off again with a smile on her face and at this moment I gave up, I was not able to content my affection towards her and started smiling back. This isn’t fair; she didn’t say sorry even once and got away with it. Am I an exceptional case or does all guys give up so easily? Anyways, to sum up she won and I am happy.

One Saturday evening, while having coffee at Buddies:

She: What are you doing tomorrow?

Me: Nothing special

She: Can you accompany me to Khajrana temple?

Me: Sure, I can. I am not an atheist.

She: Done then you will pick me up at 6:30 tomorrow morning.

Me: Excuse me! Did you just say 6:30 in morning that too on Sunday? You can’t be serious.

She: I am serious. Either you will accompany me or I will go alone.

I simply hate girls; they very well know how to play their cards.

You guessed it right, its 6:30 AM and I am on my bike waiting in front of girls’ hostel. Here she comes. Wow! She is looking amazing. She is wearing the same blue skirt and white top. Right at this moment if she wants I can promise to pick her up early morning on every Sunday for the rest of my life. I wanted to say something really nice but remembering my last incident, I decided against it.

That was one of the best Sunday morning of my life. We have spent about an hour there in temple where spoke for just a couple of minutes and rest of the time we just enjoyed each other’s company in silence. I don’t know about how a girl feels but such simple act can drive any boy crazy. That was the first time when I realized that Tanvi is not just a friend to me; she is very very special to me.

On our way back we stopped at Chappan shop to have Poha-Jalebi. During breakfast I was feeling some change in her attitude, is it because of change in my feeling for her or is there really some change in her feelings too.

Out of the blue:

She: Anything in the world that you would like to do right at this moment?

Me: I would like to kiss you.

She kept silent. Taking her silence as her affirmation I bent forward and very gently kissed her lips. Her lipstick tastes so sweet. For a moment I felt like I am losing my ground. She remained silent. Have I done something wrong? Didn’t she like it? Please say something. I desperately wanted someone to end this silence. I was never been so desperate in my life.

“Ganesh, bathroom khali ho gaya”

Shockingly I opened my eyes. That was my room-mate cum friend Harshal’s voice. What the hell, I am still dreaming of my college days and again got late for the office.

Thinking of any happy ending for the story, atleast Harshal will be very happy as I have taking his first name after a long long time.

Disclaimer: This is entirely a piece of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, sleeping or awake is purely coincidental.

Thanks for reading till the end. This is my first write, any suggestions are invited I am still a Virgo ;)