When the Sparks Fly

[box]Sringāram |When the sparks fly between a man and a woman, you know it is the perfect setting for Sringāram (Love). Vinay Krishnan writes a story that unravels this beautiful rasa.[/box]

He stood at the top of the flight of stairs, looking impatiently at his watch, waiting for his friend. He was five minutes late already.

He was about to call his friend when he sensed movement around the corner. He was about to say, “Thank God you’re here. I was-”, when he saw the most beautiful sight he’d ever set his eyes on. From around the corner came a girl who had the loveliest of faces, and the brightest of vibes. She passed him, and there it was –that feeling. His insides felt warm, and his heart fluttered like it was just hit by a million watts.

Sparks flew.

What you just read must have sounded like a scene from many a chick flick that you must have seen or have been dragged to. Ever experienced it in real life?

I’ve known this girl for a month now.

Might I add that she’s definitely not the kind of girl I’ve had in mind for myself.

I’ve always pictured myself with the kind of girl who is very talkative, so we can have those long conversations on the park bench, or over coffee, or basically anywhere else in the planet. She’d be an extrovert, completely open about herself, nothing to hide, and immensely independent –all this and other clichéd expectations based on figments of your imagination.

And then I met this girl.

She’s been great so far. She’s not much of a talker as I, on the other hand, am known to be. She smiles often, laughs at every lame joke I crack, and is full of sunshine.

I spoke to her for the first time, last month. She was more of a listener than a talker. I didn’t notice it at first, but she has a habit of giving this completely adorable smile in the middle of conversations that sets my heart racing to the moon and back. I didn’t get to know her much on the first day, but I wanted to come back. This kept happening till I realised that slowly my priorities and my expectations were changing. I started to like this girl who was not only nothing like whom I’d hoped to be with, but in certain ways very contradictory to the imaginary girl I’d learnt to love over the years.

I’ve not got to know her a lot better after all this while. But I get this intense feeling every time I am with her. I’ve learnt to completely understand the idea of loving someone not only for who they are but for who you are when you are with them. When you are with them, you feel a connection with them that no words can really define, or explain – a connection that may be emotional, intellectual, or of any other kind. All I can say is, this girl makes me be a lot more like myself than anyone else has, does, or probably ever will.

I see her now, sitting across the hall. She walks this way. She gives me that smile and asks me what I’m up to.

And I swear to God, sparks flew.

 

Vinay Krishnan is currently pursuing his post-graduation in Transportation and Automobile Design. Besides being a design student, he’s also a blogger, daydreamer, thinker, and artist by heart. His dream is to change the way people see the automobile and also to own a firm that caters to understanding and designing what people would like to see in their automobile. He blogs at http://myscribblesonpaper.blogspot.in/ and has a chapterised novel at http://mylifeoutofthebox.blogspot.in/

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