It was the magical fall of 2003 when I saw him for the first time, at a wedding reception. Amidst the happy faces, flowers, lights, food and music … it was a perfect setting!
I was busy catching up with my family and talking with my cousins when he caught my attention. Dressed in a light peach shirt and a black suit, that charming face with a perfect smile -- I couldn’t stop looking at him. Turns out he’s the groom’s friend.
He caught me staring and smiled; I was so embarrassed. He totally caught me off guard and I started getting conscious and quickly looked somewhere else. I tried to pretend that I hadn’t noticed him - a stupid and foolish act, I would say :P
Obviously, it didn’t work because I could see him smiling at me every time we crossed paths. This confused me more.
After a while, I went to the dessert counter to satiate my sweet tooth and to my surprise he was also standing there in that long queue. He was way ahead of me though, thank god! And it was his presence at the front that kept me motivated to stand in that never ending line. ;)
Moments later, he was standing in front of me, with a plateful of dessert. To my surprise, he handed the plate to me, smiled and left. He didn’t even have another plate in his hands.
And I was so surprised by his gesture that I didn’t even thank him! My dumb brain, was busy processing what had happened and registering the words he said,"This is for you!"
As I dug into the yummy the desserts, I told myself with a huge smile on my face,“He was also noticing me.” At least, I would like to think that way ;)
As I was leaving the wedding venue with my parents, I kept searching for him and there he was looking at me and smiling. I never saw him again but I still remember his face and his magnetic smile, even after all these years.
I was too young then to understand what infatuation, crush or love at first sight are all about. But whenever I think about my life, I have to admit that I have never found anyone as attractive as that guy.
I often wonder if that evening was as memorable for him as well. Does he still remember me?
I guess, memory is a way of holding onto what you love, what you are and what you never want to lose!
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