Tell Him....

Harika must be the only teen who wakes up with a broad smile everyday when her alarm goes at 5 a.m in the morning. Being her roommate for the past two years I admire her in many ways- her soft spoken nature, her caring love, brilliant dressing sense, the fresh positive energy and the smile that she always carried with her. I won’t say she is the beauty queen of our college but can assure that there was no one who disliked her.

Today, like any other day Harika got up at 5, refreshed herself and sat on her bed and watched her “window-guy” go for his jog, that’s how we call him. By the time he comes back, she would have finished her workouts and will be waiting to get a glimpse of him. Again at the roar of his bike she’ll rush to see him leave for his college. Whenever she finds him cleaning his bike, chatting with his friends or watering the plants in his garden she’ll again stick on to the window. Initially we thought she was being stupid, but day by day her activities proved us wrong.

She was seriously in love with that “window-guy”.
You are being silly Harika, why don’t you just go and tell him?
I like it this way.
Which way?
The way I am, the way he is.
Do you know his name at least?
I don’t love him for his name but for what he is?
So what is he?
A normal college going guy, who made me love him and so I love him.
OMG!!!!!!!! You are crazy.
She gave her usual smile.
I like this curve girl, the one on your face, so keep it up all the time. I said my usual dialogue.
Sure, anything for you dear.
Anything??? What about the “window-guy”?
She would chase me with a fake rage and we loved playing this way.

In college she was well- known as ‘Pinky’ coz of her love for the colour pink. Whenever she finds her “window-guy” happy and normal she’ll dress in pink –either her shirt or her skirt, whatever she wore would have a dash of pink and yes it is true that her wardrobe was dominated with different shades of pink-be it clothes, accessories or footwear. If she doesn’t see him for a day then her colour would change and so we all knew that she was upset.

I always wish to see her in pink but was more worried about what would happen in the future? How long she can be like this? Why doesn’t she tell him? I tried convincing her and even told few of her class mates to talk to her but all my attempts were fruitless. She would say “I know he is mine and my love will bring him to me” and smile.

It was 7 a.m already and I was rushing picking up my clothes and books when I noticed Harika still sitting near the window.
What’s up dear, you are not coming for the college today?
No. The curve on her face was upside down.
Why? Are you ok? I touched her forehead.
She got hold of my hands and pressed it on her eyes and I felt it was wet.
What’s wrong? I was really worried.
I didn’t see him for the past few days.
Hey c’mon dumbo, he must have gone somewhere and will come back soon. Don’t be so mean, let him go out at least once in 2 years and be a good girl friend.
She smiled.
I like the curve girl, the one on your face and be prepared to tell him when he comes back.
I knew she won’t.

Two days later the “window-guy’s” house was all decorated and seemed like a wedding preparation going on. The loud music and heaps of people in colourful expensive silk sarees, suits and ghagras confirmed my doubt. Harika was down with fever and I knew the reason behind her sickness.

C’mon baby grow up, do you think your “window-guy” is getting married?
She didn’t reply.
He is young, he is still in his college and would anyone get him married at this age?
I saw him.
Saw whom. The tears she was holding all day long started flowing.
You mean you saw the “window-guy”?
Yes and he is the groom.
Is your sight normal dear?Shall I fix an appointment with the local doctor?
I’m serious. I saw him and he is the groom. She stressed it and the fear did spread to me.
I was helpless, didn’t know what to do. How to convince her and I knew I can’t do that.

She said “I wish to see him for one last time and can you help me”
Sure, I said. Her curve was again upside down and I tried not to cry. In 2 years I have never seen her like this.
Tell me when he comes out next, alone and not with his wife and I wish to see him.
Will do, you close your eyes and sleep for sometime. I sat beside her and she was holding my hands.

I couldn’t see him alone, whenever he was found outside in his garden; he was happily smiling and talking with his newly wed wife. I don’t know why, but I started to hate that “window-guy”. Harika was still on her bed. I missed her smile and it was terrible.

A week after the wedding I saw him near his gate.
Hey Harika, wake up. I didn’t realize I was shouting.
I helped her to sit and made her see what I saw.
“Window-guy” was bidding bye to the newly wed.
Her vision was blurred with her tears. She rubbed her eyes and yes the groom was very much like the “window-guy”.
“It must be his brother” I said. I was holding her tight with joy. She hugged me and she cried and cried and cried like never before. I didn’t stop her.

“Not only I was a dumbo, even you were” she said.
Ya and your “window-guy” made us dumbos. C’mon where is my treat and she smiled. I saw the curve back on her face.
Thank you dear and I kissed on her wet cheeks.

The next day morning when I woke up she was in pink.
Harika you look terrible, I lied.
She said “Thanks, I know” and smiled.
Is your temp down now?
Ya, back to normal.
Good and it seems you have a test today, prepare for it.
No, I’m not coming for the class today.
Why?
I’m going to “Tell him” and she blushed.
Now your cheek matches your dress and you look better.
She smiled. :)