This blog is a continuation of my previous blog, Kindly go through it before continuing – https://stammer.in/the-girl-in-green-dress/
I could’nt stop thinking about that girl, her face was always in my mind. Even when I closed my eyes, I could see her laughing, nodding in agreement, and carefully ear locking her hair looking at me as if she is teasing me to come closer. She was all I could think about, and being without her felt like somthing is missing in my life. All of you have heard the famous song – ‘Ranjhana hua mai tera’, for the first time I felt that song, I could’nt sleep that night.
Nights became days and days became weeks, I got busy in with my schedule, I had almost forget her, until one day I saw her again, but this time she was in a green marathi tradinational attire at an engagement ceremony.
We Maharashtrian boys are strong, and it’s very hard to suppress and overpower us, but when we see our crush in a tradional marathi attire, we get overpowered by her.
This time she had put on lenses, applied kajal on her eyelid, which made her eyes even more brighter, I got lost in those captivating eyes. She had a traditional Marathi styled golden colored, peacock shaped nose ring (called a nath in Marathi), red bindi on her forehead. I was trying my best to get a glimse of her captivating eyes to get lost into them, they were beautiful. After many years I enjoyed playing hide and seek, but the only difference was that the hider (myself) was moving towards the seeker (the girl), and the seeker didn’t know that she is the part of this game.
I was never so interested in approaching any girl, but this time this urge was something else, I knew that if I missed this chance, my condition would be like a flowing river which is waiting to meet the oceans, I couldn’t wait any longer.
I approached her, shared where I first saw her, and we had a great conversation about our common interests, including history of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj and the Maratha empire, heritage walks and our shared love for reading and favorite author is Dr. Yuval Noah Harari. This unique connection over his work brought us closer, because very few know about him. While I couldn’t convince her to go on a date with me, we exchanged numbers and we often planed and meet at heritage walks in Nagpur.
Before long, we began exchanging messages whenever our schedules allowed, and gradually, casual get-togethers became a regular occurrence. One thing that stood out was her love for Pani Puris (Gol Gappe); she would enthusiastically order the spicy ones, only to end up in tears with her eyes watering and nose running from the heat and cry for water.
She considered her main hobbies to be reading and dancing, but in my opinion, her hobby was telling cheesy jokes. What made it even more charming was how she would eagerly provide explanations for those lame jokes. I found this habit of hers simply adorable. You know what was even more adorable about her? Her deep affection for street dogs. She sees them as her protectors and believes that Lord Shiva is watching over her through their eyes. Isn’t this just adorable?
She takes me to both fancy parties and temples, showing equal enthusiasm, and embodying a perfect blend of traditional and modern living.
She’s now a close friend who understands my feelings for her, and we share a special bond. Despite our busy schedules, we take out time to connect because we both find peace when we are together. I share this bond with very few people and this makes me think what would have happen if I had suppressed that urge to approach her.
As I close this chapter, I’m filled with gratitude for every step taken. And now, I leave you with a promise – this story is far from over. Part 3 awaits, ready to reveal the next chapters of this story, as life continues to surprise and delight.