Beginning of Beginnings

I have taken some extra efforts to get ready, and I want to tonight to go the way I have planned. I check myself in the full size mirror stuck behind the room door. My hair looks awfully out of place, seems like the hair gel isn’t doing its job properly. I go inside the washroom and plop some more of that slimy liquid gel in my hair, and try to set the mess on my head. I am successful to some extent as I at least get my hair to move a bit, and blow-dry them. My clothes look appropriate according to the occasion. I think a casual shirt and jeans can be categorized as an outfit for going to a DJ night. I glance at my watch, 7:45pm. I hastily put on my sneakers and head out of my room. Tonight has to go the way I want; nobody can come between me and my dance. I have planned my dance moves and how I am going to impress everyone. I am thinking about that when I realize that I am finally standing outside their room. Before I knock, I re-check myself and once I am satisfied with the fact that there’s nothing I can do now, I knock on their door. No answer. I ring the bell, and after a short interval of about 20 seconds, she opens the door.

For a second, I’m taken aback by what I see. She is wearing a nice strappy black dress which ends just a few centimeters above her knees, with a circular pattern of golden design around the neck region. I am awestruck at seeing her. I still cannot believe that the girl who is standing in front of me is the same girl who I had told that “anything you wear, you look similar.” Today she looked different; and in an awesome way. She had left her perfect shoulder length hair open. And when I say perfect, I mean it. So many girls will be jealous of her hair; it is the combination which every girl desires. Straight from the tip towards the mid and curled at the ends. I could smell how amazing she smelled. Not just her, but even the other girl who was busy drying her hair in the background. She looked her usual best. The cutest of us three. Sheeri, we both call her by her family pet name. But today, the girl at the door had stolen the show.

I hugged her the instant I took a few steps inside their room. This was probably the first time I was hugging her, and it was the time when I didn’t want to release her. She looked so pretty. It was the first time that my feelings had rushed to my face, I couldn’t stop smiling and admiring how great she looked.

If it wasn’t for the socials tonight, I would have asked her to take a walk with me on the streets of the city. It was one of those nights of my life, when I wanted the moon to stay and the sun to not rise. I could have gone hours looking at her and nothing would have mattered to me. Unfortunately, I am a bit weak when it comes to showing affection physically, so I had to leave her after a few seconds.

           Deleted excerpt from 'Life - Phase One' by Samyak Shah