As I flipped the pages of this green book in my hands…I couldn’t stop my mind wandering around…bitter sweet memories of my post-exam lingered around as I read “Men are from Mars, women are from VENUS”…

The petty things in the book made me remember things associated with my life…or the life of any other girl of my age…or even older…or for that matter of fact…even younger ones…understanding the opposite sex is surely fascinating…

Venus, from where the females are said to originate…sounded like the most ‘pink’ place around…I thanked for being on earth…

But what if Venus is on earth?? That too within a radius of a kilometre? Ah! That’s where I love being…shopping dates are something I always look ahead for…

“shopping dates” are as amusing as the name in itself…considering the fact that…you roam around for hours together..and walking out with a pen worth 5 rupees…or a cable wire…or a drawing pencil…or just simply walk out..as you came in…

Window shopping at its best!!! 😛

It was the day my exams got over…nothing could beat the summer heat than a cold drink and many hours spent with someone…so that you probably forget that summer’s around…coz the weather is so pleasant as spring…and scenic as autumn! Falling deeper in love maybe!

Did I just mention a ‘fall’?  well…that’s how the ‘date’ ended that evening…a person who’d never utter swear word before me…swore hard..I was too busy trying to pull myself back as he drove even more carefully…back home…

Gosh…without realising I hug him tightly…right in the middle of the road…on his bike…held my foot close to me…and there I was back home…

My foot was numb…but the pain was very much visible in his eyes…as it bled…his heart ached…maybe he wished I never accompanied him that day…he was worried to see my mom’s reaction over this…and hence waited till I felt comfortable…was my laughter made him feel nervous? He spoke less that day…was really shocked to see mom scold me for making him feel guilty for that…

”taking sides eh?” I thought to myself…but then that was actually a good thing…I tried to joke around…but he…at the sight of blood felt guilty…I failed to stop him feeling so…for it was not his mistake afterall! It was me..ONLY me…why did it hurt him so much? Was our ‘new’ love already so deep?

I kept observing him…rather than actually cheering me up…he was doing all that for himself…coz he was the one who needed…I kept thinking if it was actually me who got hurt…the famous nail stopped me from my most favorite activity…swimming…he cursed himself…

Everytime I’d talk of the ‘waters’…I could feel him kicking himself in his mind…consoling him a hundred times felt inadequate…soon after it…I was on medication and was warned to stay away from waters…

He’d visit me every afternoon to ‘see’ me…and I felt terribly delighted for my tiny injury…what ‘miracles’ a small thing can do…I warned myself each time NOT to even look at my foot while he was around…

The day my lovely nail fell off…I cried a lot…dunno for what…and now…everytime I see that pretty-ugly nail I have a smile on my face…the memories attached with it…painfully beautiful! ^_^