He would almost always wake up when he would be trying to look deeper into her bluish eyes, probably deciphering the love he had somewhere lost 2600 days back.
Love as someone rightly said is timeless ...
and time.......some say... time has its own mind or may be its own design.
The new batch of freshers was in campus. Omi glanced at the lot of late teenagers, who inconspicuous of the environment looked happy and scared at the same time - happy on the feat that they were here and timid thinking probably of the days to come especially the ragging days. Supreme court had its order written in stone on ragging, but more often than not the institute would be blinded to minor ragging incidents. A general tone was that it made the freshers stronger.
It just looked as if it was yesterday, when Omi was in the line of admissions for architecture and Rahul was for mechanical engineering. Although Omi had scored more and could get any branch he wanted, of late he had developed a strange liking for the man made beauties of the world - the world of architecture. As per the God- made, he was yet to find her.
Omi just brushed her thoughts aside - although he would have loved to continue, but he had to rush for his class. He quickly took his bicycle from the stand and right when he was about to start, he noticed the lose chain. "Oh God! Why did it have to be now of all time ? " - the frustration was visible and all Omi could do was sit down and try and fix it. While carefully mounting the chain on the gear, his eyes caught the image of someone very familiar - the chain got dropped again, and the bicyle too lost its balance, Omi had his hand smeared with grease on his face in amazement.
The bicycle fell with a "thudd" and which did make faces of the freshers turn and look at Omi, but for Omi it seemed the only one face mattered - she looked inquisitively at the source of the sound with her eyebrows joined together in a wrikle. Her long black hair flutttered in the wind as she hastily turned her neck and her cheeks seemed even more pinkish, may be due to the welcome the sun god was giving to the freshers in the month of May. But what had caught Omi's eyes was the beautiful eyes, the eyelashes of which were sweeping against each other at the amazement of the guy staring continuously at him with grease on his face and cycle lying just next to him. Her lips were gaped apart - probably in concern as her mind started to decipher who is at more sixes and sevens, the greasy face guy or the cycle, whose front wheel was still in motion.
Omi was star struck - the same eyes, the same nose , the same temple and the same lips ..... she was the gorgeous Simi - wasn't she ? Yes she was. This realization made him realize a lot of other things - she had joined this year as a fresher and over the years she has grown more beautiful and that of all the time, it had to happen now - his bicycle chain and his asking God - Why ... and also that he had missed his class, which was remotely important.
He wanted to get up, rush to her - hold her and give her a hug , but by then better sense prevailed, the practical ones - which often make you do things you regret life long. Sometimes you should not be practical - not at all in matters of heart. Yes it is a risk - but it is a risk worth taking. Love, though is time less but time does play an important role in matters of love - Omi would have to learn it sooner or later.
He got up, took his bicycle and moved towards the canteen , looking calm and composed with grease smeared face - but little did folks around know that he was the happiest person on earth today. He had met Simi - his Simi , may be it was all destined... may be it was HIS way of telling Omi that God loves you. While he washed his face in the restroom of canteen, he looked at himself, at his eyes in the mirror - they shone like stars , of course they would .... they had seen the brightest one today.
As Omi wiped his face with the tissue, a million thoughts entered his mind - all the happy ones....
He took a deep breath to calm his thoughts or may be to breathe the love in the air.