Forbidden Fruit

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You know that story in the bible? Yeah...the one where God points out this particular fruit to Adam and Eve and ask them NEVER to go near it. Yet Eve takes a bite and the rest is history? Well, one can't help wondering what would have happened if God had just kept quiet about it in the first place. I mean, think about it. You have Adam and Eve, prancing about this beautiful garden of Eden. They have so many orchards to explore, so many trees to climb up and down, so many waterfalls to have romantic showers together and so many nights to make love under the stars. Then Mr God had to come along and point out this particular tree in this particular orchard to one particular fruit and tells them not to touch it, not to eat it, not to go near it. The seed has been planted. The thought of the fruit consumes Eve's mind. She thinks about it while climbing up trees with Adam. She thinks about it during their romantic showers under the water falls, she thinks about it while making love under the stars. In the end, it becomes too overwhelming and she succumbs to temptation. We all know where the story goes from there. Well... It has been the same with me and the crushes I've had so far. There I will be minding my own business, sitting in the lecture hall, trying to make sense of what the dude with an accent they call a lecturer is talking about. Then the back door to the lecture theatre will open and this angel will stroll in. Just at that moment, the wind will come out of nowhere, play with her hair and disappear just as myseriously. It amazes me how the wind always seems to appear out of nowhere and blow her hair just when I happen to be looking at her. Anyway, she will stroll in and sit like 3 seats in front of me. Focus on the lesson, Dev- I would tell myself. She will run her fingers through her hair while looking at her notes. Dev...I know she is pretty...but focus on the lecturer... She will tie up her hair into a bun, exposing that lovely curved nape of her neck. Ok...this isn't working. Don't look up...look down at your notes. An idiot in front will turn around and ask me if I have an eraser. I have to look up. There she will be...talking to her friend. I will only be able to see the side profile of her face. (haizz) The carelessly tied up bun will become loose and cascade down her shoulder. She will tuck her hair behind her ears with her fingers. So pretty...Stop It! Dev...the lesson...focus on the lesson... Someone will call her name. A guy. She will turn around and tap him playfully on his shoulder. Damn it, what i wouldn't give to be that guy The lesson? What lesson? OH! Okay okay...focusing... The idiot with my eraser will turn around. He will say thanks. Hearing that, she will turn around. Our gazes will fix for a milisecond. She will smile. Outside I will be all like calm, cool, collected and give a confident smile. Inside, I will be like Oh my god, she smiled at me! The dude with the accent in front will carry on droning. I will hear the words but not understand the meaning. She smiled... The idiot will turn around to ask for a red-ink pen. I will hand him my whole pencil box. She's pretty She will turn to her side to talk to her friend again. I will be able to see the corner of her eye. I will be hoping for a second eye contact. No Dev. Look at her. Way outta your league. Forget it. Quiz coming. Lecture...FOCUS!! If only I had been absent that day. If only she had come earlier then me. If only that wretched wind had not played with her hair. If only she had not turned to smile at me. It would not have mattered anyway. I do not need God to come and point her out to me and say "She is outta your league. Forget it" I will do it myself. Hoping that once I know it will never happen, I can accept it and focus on the lesson at hand. Yet Once I set myself that restriction, something inside me will ask... What if... It will not be love. You need a longer acquaintance to fall for someone. It is my Forbidden Fruit Theory. You gotta make it happen 'cos you told yourself it will never happen Ususally when I reach this stage, I end up doing one of three things. 1) Do something stupid and make her avoid me 2) React like a clown and make a fool of myself everytime she enters the room 3) Keep it to myself and hope it goes away. (It usually does but not without leaving an impression. I remember ALL my ctrushes) Hmm... Today I saw her. Talked to her. Again. She had eye bags. Perhaps from all the partying during the weekend. But that didn't matter. Black sleeveless top and this earthy-brown three-quarter pants. She's so pretty I know She's way outta your league I know It will never be I know What if.......? Haizz...I know Okay...just random thoughts. Break time over. Damn it. Thinking of her still. Even in my mind...from somewhere...that stupid wind is playing with her hair. Damn. :p