“I’m sorry…..I LOVE YOU”, I went on one knee. I have no idea why i did that. Amyra stared for a minute and walked passed me and left. Later that night “do you really mean it?”, a message popped in my phone. I replied Yes. That was the last message on that day. But what i didn’t realize was that was the last message from her. This profile was currently unavailable, the facebook page said.

Why didn’t she love me…She was beautiful, smart, funny and equally crazy….i’m….well i’m me….



HIS #3

“I want her to get my name”,said M. M got her name as she got his. It was not an accident but well planned. We were playing secret Santa. Getting her name and giving her a gift can show my love, M thought. It was twenty days to Christmas. Everyday each persons secret Santa should give them a chocolate. A five star chocolate found in M’s bag. Yup, getting her a dairy milk and she gave me a five star. Something was strange about the chocolate. This time it tasted delicious. It started to rain outside. The last class was cancelled. I saw amyra across the hall tearing open the dairy milk cover. Her eyes were filled with lust when she saw the dairy milk. I laughed to myself. Then the smooth and soft chocolate layer touched her gentle lips and then crushed by the teeth behind. She was happy.

I saw her brother standing and quarrelling with some guys. He would have been beaten up if it was not for akil who interrupted and made peace with those guys. “Who are you to stop them”, the boy yelled at him. I calmed him down and said,”I’m your sister’s boyfriend. Now i need to look after her little brother right?”. Yeah i knew i messed it up. He stared at me and went away. Akil didn’t say anything.

Later that day , we were standing outside school. I was waiting for amyra to know whether she knew. She was there across the street. She saw me. She was not looking angry nor calm. She walked towards me slowly. She took my glasses away. Hint of a kiss right?. I bent a little bit.


Four slaps right and left. She didn’t say anything, a tear went down her cheek and she turned and walked away. A strange smile was across M’s face. He ran behind amyra crossing her, went on one knee and said “I’m sorry….I LOVE YOU”….


Hers #2

“4:00 clock, coffee?”, asked julie. Yeah, what’s wrong i asked her as i thrown the paper at M. It hit straight at his head. Julie still staring at me. She just think that i may be leading this to a new level. But, i’m not. Friends hang out right?. Maybe not you but he can take this the other way around, julie said. He shook his head for an okay. “Give some thought to it, amyra”, julie said. I will, i assured her. I wanted straight hair as julie. As we were talking, “get out”, our physics sir yelled at someone. And that was M. Yeah, whenever a teacher says get out it would be Mihil and akil. They were kind of close. What if we were more than friends… what if we love each other…what can possibly be wrong?…

HIS #2

“Find the power through the toaster” my physics sir’s boring sums made us sleep. You know the wonderful feeling when you sleep in the last bench. A crushed piece of paper came landing on my head. It was from amyra. Yup, we became friends infact, close friends when we sang ‘as long as u love me’ in class chorus. We laughed about it, introduced and hung out. Yeah and the piece of paper was saying that “coffee at 4:00 outside school”. Her cute eyes and anxious hands over her curly hair looking at me for an okay. I simply nodded. We usually exchange glances during classes. 

Akil my closest friend (the only person in the world who knows all my crushes and love) smiling and nodding at me. Asked him “what?”. Is something going between you two?, he asked. I was expecting this question for some time. I nodded. And i told him about how i feel about her, her eyes. “Get out”, physics sir yelled at us. I thought finally a good decision. So?, akil said outside the class. What? , i knew where he is going. “I’m not gonna propose her” i said. If you’re in love better say it now, said akil. 

So the question is “how?”

Hers #1

“They are the boys who can make anything happen here in school, amyra”, said julie. Then who am i, the headmaster’s daughter i thought to myself. As i stared at the boys playing julie started to cry. It was a chalk and the boy thrown that chalk was staring at me rather than asking sorry to her. What an asshole he must be i thought to myself. 

After school, that evening i saw him talking to julie. I asked what he said. “He didn’t mean to hurt my eyes” julie said. What is his name again i asked. Mihil a boy shouted behind us, he was standing there checking us. 

Somehow at the end of the day i end up thinking about him.