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Chapter I

The irony, lies not in the stark realisation that struck me a few autumns later, but in the fact that it was a writing on the board always, only I failed to notice it. Or maybe I chose, not to notice.

Chapter II

I met her, in not-so ordinary circumstances. On a more precise scale, it was rather embarrasing for the both of us. We both were atheletes in our respective classifications. No, this is not the embarrassing part. She, a shot-putter, and myself, a long distance runner. In my first october in the new school, we went for a zonal meet. We had just finished our first free practice session in the main field in the arena, and all but the coach were cooling it off as practically none of us had an event planned for the day. I, being a newcomer, had my own nervous blues to comprehend with. Aimless gazes in all directions possible were not helping my cause. So, I decided to concentrate on something. There was a dog strolling in the far field, which I could see thorugh a space between two legs, possibly belonging to a girl. They were waxed.
Legs!
This was bliss. They were, by far, the awesomest pair of a thigh-n-below combo I had ever come across. J lo could never have a perfect bum, but this faceless girl(my eyes had not yet seen the face of the owner of the pair) had the perfect legs. I thanked Lee Cooper silently, for, if it wasnt for their ultra-mini shorts that she was wearing, that eye candy view would've gone amiss. I never fail to thank them still. Anyway, oblivious to the presence of a strong 30 odd contingent, including her, I fixed my gaze, and my love-for-beautiful-legs, at them. If they were cheeks, they would have been the most sought after, to fondle with. Not that you cant play with legs either. I would have given my gold medal(that i never won) to touch and carress them. I still would.

Full, fair thighs, and admiringly streamlined lower muscles to compliment them. A truly well thought of structure! Im sure Howard Roark would've stamped his approval on this.

I didnt move my gaze off her, and neither did she move her assets an inch. She was deep in coversation with the captain. Suited me fine. One could never have got bored with the view.

I got an impression I was being watched. But I couldnt have cared less. I was floating, sleeping over their softness, tickling the velvety touch that moved on every sensation. I was loving it. But, every hero has his share of villianeous confrontations. I WAS being watched.

One of her friends, now pretty well known to me too, noticed my little mischief.
She said - 'Look!', to everybody. Fortunately for me, she didnt specify the direction!
(('Thank you Shruti. Your fumbled excitement saved me the blushes.'))
I quickly moved my gaze away, replacing my menacing look, with an ever so innocent glance to something I dont remember now. It saved me some face though. But, the major damage had already been done. She, not relenting, riding on her 15 seconds of fame, said, to me-'kahan dekh rekh ho janaab?'..A victorious smile(not looking good on her) proudly on display, on her face.

I had nothing to say. Caught with a blood-red dagger in hand. A sheepish smile, a few mumbled words, and a I-hate-you reaction later, all forgot about it. Except me. And shruti I guess. I say this because whenever I meet her now, I see that same old probing look in her eyes. Gets me scared, sure thing.

I believe Kiran was herself embarrassed by the whole turn of events. However, on second thoughts it might also be possible that due to the absolute absence of any form of verbal communication on the above stated since then, she might as well have forgotten all about it.

I had noticed her in school(it was hard not to) more than a couple of times before, and had her Bio-data by my first afternoon in school, courtesy my ever so 'generally aware' mates. However, She probably noticed me after that incident.
(to be contd....)