CHUGAD!

She was sweeping the floor,her eyes thrust into the white marble flooring. And it was then i saw her for the first time, or let me put it more frankly,i rather gauged the immaculate figure of her young body. She was some 2 years older than me.I was barely 18 then, eager to jump into the the phenomenon called Love,a feeling which i hadn't felt yet,but wished to have an encounter with it. I would often watch my friends talking about some girl whom they loved, and watching them, i could not figure out the actual mechanism of enjoying the company of a girl,and especially the one  who could love you.  It was not that i had never got this pleasure of the company of girls, but in the past few days i had realized that something was missing,something which added spice to the relationship,a relationship which i found was different from what i had been into,.the usual 'we are friends' or 'you are my sweetest bro' kind of relations. I was disparately in search of that spicy affair, and wished someday i,too will have the heavenly pleasure of slipping down the woods holding the hands of a beautiful girl just as my friends did!
But for some strange reasons i couldn't succeed in my endeavors. Either the girl whom i began liking would laugh off my proposal,or the girl who would be interested in me, would have been tried and tested by many before me  and then dumped for losers like me. My frustration rose to such an alarming levels that i began questioning my looks,and became over conscious about grooming myself. But the more i tried to evolve as a smart lad,the more i found girls getting repulsive towards me. Soon i found myself drenched deep in agonies.The days seemed like making a mockery of myself as i would watch couples sharing a hesitant smiles and walking along the college gardens,and the nights felt like a never ending spell of ordeals as i sulked at my destiny all along till the dawn would descend teasing me.
It was then that i saw her. She was the new maid in our house. Bruised and tormented as i was,i developed an instant liking for her. I don't know how well i am in academics but as far as the art of developing an instant liking for a girl is concerned i feel,and i am pretty sure that i am well versed at this art. I am not sure about what else i have learnt from me being single but let a hundred girls come across my eyes a day and i can develop liking for them simultaneously,and that too with palpable intensity and due sincerity.
As i told you all that i was tired running behind beautiful girls, i went on accepting this bitter truth that i am not the right guy for really beautiful girls. My story, i now realize, was just like that old fox who couldn't get grapes and had went on to utter the now so famous adage that-GRAPES ARE SOUR.
As i  saw the maid,instantly i figured out that here lies an potential opportunity to end up my dry romantic spell.She was not as beautiful as the lady of my dreams,but by then my experiences had made me learn that the lady of my dreams is only made for my dreams,there was no way i am going to get her in reality.
My maid was not at all what,a few years back i had imagined as my girlfriend but then by then i was the staunch supporter of this philosophy that LOVE IS BLIND,that true love blossoms not only by looking at the face only but you can also love a girl going by her vital stats,her figure.
And trust me she was not at all a bad option. And then by then i had made up my mind that if i can not find true love i can make true love. And for this I felt,she was a perfect candidate.
I started running behind her and waited for the day when she would catch my eyes gazing at her ,almost hungrily. I had all the plans to engineer my love story in my mind. I often tried to appear as an sympathizer,as an philanthropist who dared to think beyond the ugly materialistic boundaries and tried to show her that i respect her individuality.
And finally after 10 days of constantly supervising  her tedious spells of dish washing and monotonous floor wiping sessions,one fine afternoon when everyone was dozing off in my house,she came to me and smiled and then went away.
I still vividly remember that moment as my eyes flooded with sweet tears of joy as i felt as if i had achieved something big in my life. Her one smile left me bubbling with thousands of romantic ideas. The moment she had left me,smiling, i had become committed to her for the life...! I began imagining her in my lap,sitting on the secluded bank of river GANGA which flew near by, with no one disturbing us.She and me..ME and she...!
It was at that moment that i found my blood boiling with anger against this cruel society who i felt would always question our relationship.
But i was adamant that no matter what happens i will revolt against all those who would oppose our relation,everyone no matter who they are...,after all i had found my love for the first time in my life, a girl whom i had begun liking not just because she looked reasonably well within my reach,but because over the past few days i had really began to love her.
 she smiled at me from a distance, i felt like loving those distances she kept. I took her being silent as a grotesque shade of love which i felt,i needed to respect. Many days passed on without a word being exchanged between us,as i kept on cajoling my mind  thinking her smile as the hallmark of her love. I thought she was shy,and thrilled at the prospect of loving a guy who was much above her social level! I shrugged off my doubts thinking she was taking her time to digest the unbelievable reality that loomed large in front of her eyes. Meanwhile i began  saving my pocket money to present her a SALWAR KAMEEZ,although  secretly, i still wished her to wear the old torn Salwar that she would wear everyday. Days melted into months as i kept on bringing gifts for her often compromising with my necessities.But she never moved ahead. The only thing that changed about her was the intensity in her smile,from being occasional hesitant smiles it had went on to become louder and sharper pegs of laughter. And still i was expecting.
But i had my own limits of  tolerating her silence,and one day as i went to her to gift her another pair of KOLHAPURI sandals,i grabbed her by her shoulders and almost with brute force shook her body.
'Can't you see i love you'? I almost had an emotional breakdown in front of her,and i don't know what happened to me i began kissing her neck! The next thing i remember is the sound of' PHAT' as i realised she had slapped me hard on my face.
She gave me a hard push and given the fact i was unconscious due to the sudden slap,i fell on the ground.
And then for the first and last time in my life i heard her voice. She was saying' I had always treated you as my small brother,but never ever in my wildest dream i could imagine how filthy your thoughts can be! If i would have got the slightest hint about what is running into your mind i would have left working in this house long before. And for your kind information,she said with a tinge of chuckle on her angry face,'i already have a lover who loves me more than anyone on this earth,and i am committed'. As i saw her bursting out of my house with the gift pack still in hand,i couldn't decide whether to control the tears sweltering in my eyes to skid down the cheeks or to control the urge of laughing my heart out over my destiny! Torn between the double folded diemma,i preferred to let myself remain sprayed on the ground and think WHAT A CHUGAD[FOOL] i am!