"Su" kar mere mann ko

 As is the case with most of my writings, I write this on a sleepless night wondering why I cannot sleep after doing absolutely no physical activity for the entire day. Human body continues to amaze me.

I have been thinking a lot about writing this for you but seems like this blog draft is your presence that has managed to leave me speechless as always. So I have decided to write it in the same way I converse with you. Smitten albeit clueless! Smitten by your presence, your smell, your laughter, your smile, your jokes and just you!

Like all good things in life, I cannot remember when it started. Maybe it was the first time I met you in the team or the very first social that we had or some random joke that you cracked to show off your f(p)unny side. Taking some creative liberty, I'll take the moment of you cracking me up with a brilliant "Kart-tick" joke (and yes I didn't laugh at it and came up with some lame reply by comparing your humour to my teenager niece but hey it was perhaps a compliment in disguise because who doesn't like juvenile humour) as our first interaction

Post this tick and cart saga, something changed, felt different. I don't know how to describe in words the very instinct your soul, your body and your mind gives you when you are about to like someone.  But I am sure that this is the conversation/interaction/encounter/anything suitable that you choose to call it was the one. I returned home that day smiling all day not yet aware of the reason for it (This entire article seems like an introspection but such should be the purpose of writing perhaps?)

It has been so many conversations post that but it's not just the conversations, is it? The way you look at me with your sparkling eyes and mischievous smile. The way you always make it a point to just tap me, disturb me(haven't used the word disturb so lightly before) when you just pass by me and I am not looking(or do you just think so, wink wink!). Looking at me, always smiling, makes me wonder Am I mad to think that you like me (YES! YES! ) and my frantic romanticism always replies back "This feels like first love, doesn't it". (STFU, you dumb heart)

Our conversations, infinite conversations thanks to you Chatter-box, will always be one of my favourite times spent in office.  They say best things come unexpected and my every impromptu interaction with you further emphasises this belief of mine. I think it was just like any other day in office when I was grabbing my breakfast and you being you tapped me on my shoulder asking me ever so politely about joining me in the breakfast. My mind suddenly had an overflow of thoughts and emotions ranging from a teenage boy standing in front of his crush to please behave properly Kartik you don't want to Fuck this up. The very first words that I said to myself(after these roller-coaster emotions of course) were: "Only an idiot would decline that offer and if Michael Scott has taught me one thing it is NOT TO BE AN IDIOT". Excitement, nervousness, happiness an amalgamation so rare and so blissful that it becomes hard to play cool even for me! (you subtly appreciate narcism, don't you, you self-proclaimed hottest person). We discussed Marvel movies, sports, with your love for RaFa being quite evident. 

And now, I may* not recount all the conversations that we have had but I am sure that each of it had our banter, our one-liners but most importantly our smiles, our laughter. Oh our laughter! Hearing you laugh at anything just makes me curious not just about what you are laughing at, but who it was that made you laugh (and why wasn't it me :D ) Your witty comments, one-liners, you making up funny (or weird depends how you see it)faces has been constant part of our interactions. Just having a conversation with you can bring a smile on anyone's face, such are you Aimes. 

I never thought that I would ever get that teenage crush, first love feeling ever again. It is you who managed to make me feel that way. Thank you so much Aimes, thank you so much for making me feel again what it is like to love someone unconditionally, irrationally with your whole heart without fearing whether they'll love you back. Because with you, I am back to being a hopeless romantic.

*Pffff! I surely do remember all of our conversations, be it about F1 races that we discussed while walking back to tube, or the winner kiss my ass story that you so fondly recollect at our socials, but I cannot write all of that now, can I?