memories

the last time i saw her - she was wearing a yellow salwar suit. it was an exam and she was seated a couple of benches ahead of me. I didnt even get a good look at her face.

Then 3 years later, i got hold of her email id. Actually, i was searching for it & when i saw one of the search results, i knew it was hers. I mailed asking if it was she. No prizes for guessing what the reply was. Of course, it was she.

And they said that love was blind. Huh - love can see beyond a million email ids, at least.

Aneways, a couple of mails later, it was clear that my mailing her any more will only be a nuisance to her. So, I stopped.

Fast forward to today, I saw her photo on orkut. One out of many profiles with the same name. You know, I hadnt seen her for five years, completely forgotten what she looked like (or so I thought)but one pic was enough to tell me that this was her.

Again, who said love was blind?? Love makes u spot out a face from a million. Its definitely not blind.

Coming back to our story, as luck would have it, I found she was committed. And, like the last time I left her alone.

Let me tell you, i wont ever doubt this decision. And I am happy with the memories;
the memory of her cute face
the memory of how cute she looked in her bubbly dresses
the memory of the skipped heartbeat i had today when i saw her photo