My Brush With Love-A Story

I am one of those girls who don’t believe much in love. Relationships are exciting but they don’t top my priority list. My priorities range from baking the perfect chocolate-chip cookie to reading books. I would rather do my homework than waste time and energy on a relationship. Who would want to waste time on figuring out the numerous troubles of a romantic relationship when they can rather solve math’s problems?  Math’s and love are equally complex; rather I feel love is more complex! Math’s can be solved with logical reasoning and you are always assured of a solution however deciding what to buy for your boyfriend’s birthday is a big dilemma.

          Oh wait, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Shreya Gulati, a student in standard XI of Riverways High School, Delhi. My school is one of the best but I cannot say the same about its inhabitants. They are a sophisticated bunch of self-confidant teenagers, each managing many relationships. That does not mean that they are doubling, just that they have made a lot of brothers and sisters. Children over here make every second person their so-called brother/sister. Don’t believe your eyes? Well read it again. Apart from this, there is an abundance of romantic relationships too. There is something like open porn happening in front of us each day. I go red in the face just by watching them. This is also because I hate public display of affection i.e. PDA. However I still love my school as I have spent the best part of my life over here. This is mainly because of the friends I have over here but I will introduce you to them later.

         I live in a nuclear family with my mom, dad and brother. My dad is Ashwin Gulati, the peace-maker in my family. He has the patience of an elephant and manages our contrasting interests with tact. Mom is Sunaina Gulati and she is the boss in our family. I and my brother jokingly call her Queen Victoria. She sometimes acts like a dictator, setting curfews each day. Still I admire the way she continues to follow her morals and ethics and teaches us to do the same. Lastly there’s my brother Vinay. He is a couple of years younger than me, in standard IX. He is totally involved in sports and dreams of becoming a great sportsperson. I want him to fulfil his dreams mainly because I have set those dreams myself.

         Anyway, as I said, I don’t believe much in love or love at first sight. It all sounded crap to me however, and I can’t believe myself, I am in LOVE!!!!!!!!

         Let me go back to yesterday. As it was the New Years Eve the mall we went to was packed. It is a beautiful place with shops all around and a fountain in between. I was out with my friends celebrating the advent of 2010 in our lives and that is when I first saw him. He was going past me when I suddenly slipped and fell on top of him and we both found ourselves in the fountain, wet to the core.

I found him on top of me, his hand protecting my head, his mouth very close to mine. I almost thought that he would kiss me. However he got up and offered me his hand “I hope you are not hurt?” he questioned, his eyes surveying me like an X-Ray. I suddenly felt very self-conscious, with my shirt clinging to my chest and my hair all wet. ” Are you ok?” he questioned again, a worried frown creasing between his eyes. “I am ok.” I replied staring at a well-built body, a handsome face and long legs. “That was quite a bad tumble you took” he said making me remember that it was entirely my fault. “I am so sorry, I slipped” I said sheepishly. “Its ok happens to all of us. I am Armaan by the way.” ”Shreya” I replied.  “So bye and don’t worry about the fall.” He gave me a small smile and walked away to his friends. He had a sweet smile, the warmth of which reached his expressive eyes. And beautiful hands, almost like that of a pianist. As my friends crowded around me, asking how I was, I was completely lost in him and suddenly I knew the meaning of love at first sight.