An endless wait.

" The innocent crush of a time long past is like a smidgen of a spark lying in wait for a glimpse of the lover to act as the fuel and turn into the roaring flame called love, gently fanned along by the wind of shared ecstasy " - Sarat Chandra Gnanamgari

First day at school after the summer vacations and I was excitedly walking around catching up with so many, I wasn't able to find her so was very impatiently searching everywhere while the assembly was going on, I waited in the classroom, my lil heart so restless - one whole hour went by and then the next hoping for her to ask the teacher for permission to enter the classroom which didn't happen. During the recess I looked in all the other classroom, running here, there and everywhere, trying to make the most of those fifteen minutes - neither my eyes nor I were to settle down without a glimpse. i wanted to believe a school bus may be late. Soon it was lunch and still the teachers and friends weren't making any sense to me. it was like the sound, vision and the entire classroom seemed have been blurred and as if my eyes were a camera unable to focus on anything, anything at all. By the end of the day i was telling myself that not everybody comes to school the very first day. All of this continued with double the intensity the next day and the next and the next....

I fought with myself everytime i thought that - may be this was to happen. I just couldn't take it and I never did.I tried to remember her last glimpse but was very vague, but very strong memoirs.
I had saved the time spent with her as timestamps, and each connected to a color, smell, texture, basically everything seemed to be taking me back to her in school.
I tried misserably to stop believing that I'd ever see her again.
My eye camera just found the focus it had been looking for the past decade and again everything else seemed to blurr and amidst so much noise I could listen to the sound of her breathing and it was perfectly matching my heartbeat, then I saw in her eyes and I could hear the teachers speak ten years ago, my school had reopened. This moment didn't last very long (i wanted it too) because the next moment we were talking, actually she was talking and I, obscuredly blabbering. I felt like a compass at north-pole(ahh that feeling).
I resisted very hard not to come back to reality, because it was not how I had wanted it to be when i see her, but i had no choice and so, it still is an endless wait.








ps - Next time I'll fill in more details.