did ya tell her??

Why didn’t you tell her? When your eyes used to meet hers, even without the slightest of hints from your cerebrum, you both pulled them out from the other’s; with such disagreeing languidness, that you were certain that the other knew that you crave for it. You told yourself that she mite not like you telling her. You told yourself that you could do it later. You thought that you would never be able to tell her. You convinced yourself that you were experiencing the unflinching pleasure of sacrifice; sacrifice for the sake of the many awaiting tomorrows that are going to be more romantically inclined owing to your much hyped social status then. You made yourself think that you were too young to be involved in this. Even these Herculean, prudent and deliberate endeavors couldn’t avert your heart from her .Your eyes searched for her in a crowd and the very sight of her exquisite hairs would make you certain that she was there. You knew that she was serene, charming, benevolent and considerate and this made you think more of her. Even her countenance blushed up at your approach; this you knew. Still you didn’t tell her?

She talked to you as if you were the only boy around. Was it more than friendship? Was she doing that out of sympathy? You were in an utter state of confusion. Was your portrait in the same frame as that in which her’s was in your heart? All that your subconscious mind had to attend was her. You never gave her a hint, she being more reluctant. She did smile at you when you saw her on the way; but all of your female acquaintances do that. You finally made up your mind that you will think about it later.

Later? But when? ……