Remember the time
when we were hanging out with friends at Rossco’s?
You appealed along with the group
for me to tell you guys
about the girl I like.
You even got me to call India.
Only to ask if I had a girlfriend there.
Then all you guys started to hunt down my Facebook friend list.
You grabbed a stethoscope ‘N’ just bought for her second semester
The initiative was to check which name will get my heart on fire.
And hence it started…
One of you guys kept throwing names one after the other.
I was innocent till proven guilty.
We had quite an audience that day at the restaurant.
You seemed curious with a Litmann 3M
right to the left of my chest.
You only doubted the arrhythmia
when I yawned at the name of my teacher.
The session ended like every other weekend.
Friends ranting at me for arousing their suspense.
Giving them a power cut at the climax of a movie.
They still didn’t have that one name.
That one person breathing in between the lines I am writing.
The one soul that painted all the corner in my art.
Honestly, even I was craving to say her name.
But you were still there… STILL.
Between the clamor of the crowded restaurant,
And my reviling friends.
With a head bowed down,
holding the ear tips,
But you never noticed
And i wish you had…
My heart was beating over 100,
every single minute. It was not usual.
Because that girl was not in my Facebook friend list.
Neither back in India.
She was right there
listening to my heart.
We kept staring at each other
all this time.
It was no one else, but you.
It had to be you.
The girl with the stethoscope…