completed

I was our graduation day, and my last chance. There she was glistening like a divine angel, her beautiful brown hair rippling with the slight breeze, her hand swaying in tunes in which she spoke, so beautiful, so charming. I looked at her as if struck b some beautiful vision, breathing as if for the first time. She caught my eye and smiled causing me to turn into a deeper shade of pink than the one she was wearing. I tried to smile back but let out a stupid wide grin. Embarrassed I looked away.

She sits beside me two pony tails dangling from the sides of her head with Mickey-mouse rubber bands. She suddenly looks up, “Nathan let us go and play on the swing”.
With my half finished Tiffin box I looked up with innocent round eyes wondering why would anyone want to play on the swing leaving their lunch. But I liked Mrigankh so I jumped from the bench and obediently followed her.

The beautiful blue sky is sprinkled with wispy clouds. She is clad in the white uniform shirt and the cute black mini skirt. She suddenly clutches my hand,” Nathan look”.
A chill runs down my spine. Why though I wonder idiotically.
“Isn’t she beautiful”.
I look up pink till the roots of my spiky hair,”Oh yes”.
She realized I hadn’t seen the butterfly. When I was bounding at home my dad realized that my field trip was about something different. We are in the sixth grade and Mrigankh is my best friend.

It is prom night and Mrigankh is not my date. There she was, stunning in a beautiful red gown moving in rhythm with the music. Dancing with another guy. ‘Her guy’. His one hand around her waist with the other touching her cheek. I felt this mad urge to go and kick someone. The drink glass in my hand shattered without me realizing that, hot blood was dripping from my hand staining the grey pant I as wearing. I only realized it when Suhan, my date, screamt out loud. It was that night in my distressed and disturbed state I realized that it was not about some stupid crush I had on Mrigankh I was in love with her. But I never told her.

Not even when she came to me two years later after having broken up with Neil. It was then that I realized how fragile she was, when she sobbed uncontrollably in my arms. Tears streaming down her angelic face, she told me what big a mistake she had made by trusting Neil.

It was all very different then. As days rolled by Mrigankh grew close to me. She never got a guy after Neil. She was too busy building up a career. I loved her for that. But every now and then when I used to stare at her mesmerized by her sheer presence she would give me that stare. The one she gave when we used to eat lollipops together or cuddle up and read a book and she loved me too. But I never told her.

The evening was passing by pleasantly and I was getting nervous by the moment. She was standing with me and we were sharing a joke with some friends. Everyone suddenly looked at me perplexed and as if out of a trance I realized I hadn’t laughed at the joke but was staring at Mrigankh. It grew uncomfortable. My friends knew it but she looked mildly surprised everyone went for a dance. I wondered if it was the right moment.
“Nathan”, whispered Mrigankh.
I knew what was coming I looked into her blue eyes, forgetting my carefully rehearsed speech I fell down on my knees. It was now or never.
“Mrigankh I love you will you marry me”.
That day with 300 people looking and Mrigankh slowly smiling and everyone clapping as I hugged her I realize that everything had to be perfect, it had to have a happy ending. Mrigankh finally completed me.