Enhanced beyond love

Inayat Vasal
Sep 6, 2018 · 2 min read

Latte chilling in the cup , hands assisting the ravishing Lilly bouquet ,mind revolving around her list of favourite cupcakes , nose avoiding the aroma of the freshly baked Red-velvet , ears listening to her voice replications , eyes flashing her portrait , cheeks blushing with the thought of descending the love on her , feet hastening in her direction and heart mapping out her soul – sums up pretty much of my existence at that moment . The constant gazes and winks. in the cafeteria made me a bit edgy , not edgy enough to let go of the feelings for her . As I reached the gateway to my heaven , I got interrupted by the Lovy-dovey girls ( who occupied major space in the bucket list of almost each guy ) who warned. this heart of mine to reside by their side and forget where it was going . They asked why I chose the so-called “fat “ girl from the entire arena filled with cheerleaders . It was almost as if they were asking me why I let my heart beat , Coz it wasn’t just that I remembered her , it was also that I didn’t forget even between a heart beat , if I did I’m sure my would’ve skipped a beat . I turned oblivious to them and continued my way to my treasure . Two accurate steps took me closer to the so-called “ fat “ girl who simply wasn’t fat , but enhanced enough to enhance my world . I presented her with all I was composed of . She merrily sipped through the latte , added milk and offered it to me ; she smelled the bouquet , pulled off the rose from her hair , coupled it with the bouquet and handed it back to me ; she repeated the three magical words with her own glitter ; blushed back with a cuter expression , she always accepted what I could give , enhanced it and returned it ; as she was about to hand over her heart , a tear rolled down her cheek , she embarrassingly gave me the inch tape gesturing me to think of. the so-called fat I might get ashamed of . A tear rolled down my cheek as I reminded her the only thing which would ever require to be measured by the tape would be our love , although it would still be a scale too less to measure the love we possessed . This tear and reminder was accompanied by a smile I passed to her , I could finally do something she had always been doing for me – enhancing.

Inayat Vasal

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