Recap- II. The day of the Roses!

Recap- II. The day of the Roses!

I was never the romantic type. Not an ardent music follower, not a great singer or dancer, not good with any musical instrument. I aint particularly proud of me not being so, its just that all my efforts to horn such skills have been a solid setback. I was never an indoor guy, hence all my interests are towards the high adrenaline endeavors like sports. This has actually taken a toll at the cultured being in me. So you see I am not the ideal romantic kind of a guy a girl might prefer.

Having said so, this dosen’t mean that I haven’t had luck in love. I would say that I was one of those fortunate ones who have struck gold in that field at quite an early age and never having to search for it a second time….and we have been seeing each other for the past six years…..yeah six years and sailing smooth and strong…aint that quite something.

We hitched up in the first sem in college. I have no clue as to how she could stand me, and she still can suffer a bloke like me. By the 2^nd year she had come to terms with the simple fact that she would not be privy to the usual share of time that a girl could rightly expect from her boyfriend becoz either I am running after some or the other tournament or a Fest or I am out playing or practicing, something or the other always tended to keep me busy.

In fact by 4^th year I had wisened up(a bit). I started realizing how bad she must be feeling seeing other girls all the time with their guys and all. I thought I needed to do something to cheer her up.… I realized that the best gift that can be given to any person is a joyful surprise. I thought I would do something quite …well quite not me!

So one Sunday the romantic in me was all charged up. On our 20-minute trip to the college in our Dauda Express (our college bus) I happened to notice a florists place and I made an emergency exit. I rummaged through his stock and selected a lovely bunch of roses and off I scrammed to HNLU. As I neared the gate it struck me….hell it was not a day of any occasion , not any anniversary or any kinda Hallmark manufactured Day! And I was notorious in college for my disbelief in all systematized or structured practices. I would be in for quite a treatment from the guys if they see me walking in like that. I just hid ‘em flowers inside my tee shirt and kept it pressed against my spine. That moron of a florist had not plucked out all the thorns properly and this was pricking me so badly that I was twitching with every step.

She was waiting in the corridor as always to see whether I make it in the morning. I don’t know why, but she always gets all chirpy and gleeful whenever she sees me in the mornings, it actually sweeps me off and on every such mornings I promise myself that I would devote more time to her, could never keep that promise though (it’s one of those things I’ve repented since passing out from HNLU).

I quietly slipped the roses into her locker while she was standing in line for breakfast in our legendary mess. She was quite happy that I had turned up so early in college, becoz I usually don’t grace with my presence until 1:00 in the afternoon just in time for the post lunch session.

After the mess ordeal we went back to get her comp from the locker……and boy did she have a shock or what? I almost felt that she had a stroke, she couldn’t believe that I had come up with all this for no particular reason and that I … I had come up with it. Her eyes had all brightened up and I was ready to drown myself in them…it was such a beautiful moment that thinking about it makes me quite happy…that was the day I made a very important decision for my life ahead…that was the day of The Roses!