Dear diary,
I am writing this because I just can't take it anymore... You know, I feel like a mad person who has fallen in love. I'm not ranting—I just want to express myself. As you know, I don't have many people in my life except for you and my Krishna...
He was always there for me. When my parents left this earth, it felt like He took their place. Since then, He has been with me—giving me company of my loving grandparents and some good friends. But do you know what the most precious thing He gave me is.....?.... Her.
I really, really love her. I don't know why, but there's something magical about her that makes me feel alive. I want to tell her everything in person. I want to pour my heart out to her. But whenever I see her, it feels like my heart skips a beat. I don't know how, but a smile automatically appears on my face just by looking at her.
Do you know how I fell in love with her?
The first time I saw her was in the temple. She was writing my beloved Krishna's name on a piece of paper on which she had painted Him. Her eyes were filled with so much love—it felt as if art itself was creating art.
For the first time in my life, I felt truly happy about choosing painting as my career.
I just kept admiring her. I wasn't looking at her like a creep—I was looking at her secretly. I didn't want to disturb her love for my dearest Krishna. Ohhh... and her hands, her wrists adorned with bracelets—they looked so out of this world. Her eyes, whenever she looked up in between drawing, as if Krishna was really sitting in front of her... And in between, when she wiped her hands and face—I don't know why, but I found every little gesture of hers cute and mesmerizing.
When she finally completed her painting and took it to Krishna, at that moment, both Krishna and I were smiling at her. Maybe she was talking to Him in her mind.
I wanted to hear her sweet voice, but I just kept my distance and adored her from afar.
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"Maybe next time," I told myself.
My heart felt like it was drowning in water when I saw her walking away, but instead of feeling sad, I thanked Krishna. Because it felt like she was a blessing sent by Him.
From that day on, I started waiting for her at the same time every day, just to admire her from afar. And whenever she gifted her painting to Krishna, I would stare at it and imagine her creating it. How adorable she must have looked while making it... She painted Krishna in so many different ways—it felt like as if she had seen all His colors.
And because of her, I also started seeing Krishna in different colors.
I don't know how, but she turned my entire blue world into a colorful one.
Finally, one day, after preparing myself for so long, I gathered the courage to talk to her.
I don't even know how I managed to say those two words—"Excuse me."
My whole body felt warm, my legs were shaking, and my voice kept echoing in my head. But somehow, I managed to stand still when I saw her beautiful angel-like eyes.
And then... she answered me in her sweet tone.
I don't know why, but I melted instantly. The whole world felt like it was moving in slow motion.
I was so nervous that I couldn't express much to her that day. But somehow, I managed to compliment her and fix a meeting for the day after tomorrow.
Do you know...? That whole night, I couldn't sleep. I was blushing while walking, while eating...
Yes, I've had crushes before, but I don't know why this feels like more than just a typical crush.
I don't know how many times I replayed the memory of our interaction while lying in bed. And every time, I ended up smiling like a fool to my dear flower...
The next day, after waking up, I felt so restless. It was as if someone had slowed down the hands of the clock. But somehow, I managed to pass the time with my busy grandparents and my dearest friend, Krishna.
And finally, the time arrived.
I reached the temple an hour early. To pass the time, I started admiring Krishna's painting displayed on the temple wall. I kept talking to Krishna in my mind, thanking Him for sending an angel as sweet as Him into my life.
And then...
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee arrived.
And once again, my heart skipped a beat as soon as I saw her.
Her earrings were swinging... just like my heart was swinging for her at that moment.