So, there's this big event in our college in which there was a side event of dare. In that, you need to pick up a chit which has a thing to do and a chit which says with whom you have to do it. So there were dares like: sing a song for someone or do a dance with someone or propose someone or get someone to paint your face. That last one is absurd but nevermind.
So, being the person I am, I started imagining if I would get a dare to propose someone then what would I do.
I would ask and somehow manage to persuade my crush to do this dare with me. Then I imagine how would I start, how would I touch her, how would I look at her, into her eyes with passion. What I would say. How I would take her hand and press it against my chest near my heart. So that she could feel my heartbeat. How I would start with a poem or a famous Shahrukh Khan dialog and proceed to tell her my emotions with increasing intensity in each line. And finally how I would then sit on my knee and let her know that this was all true and not just a dare, not by saying but with my emotions. All of this while everyone else is watching. I don't know how she would react to this. I can imagine she would then take a walk with me and get to know me. Other people watching would cheer.
But guess what? This is all in my imagination. So when I come back to the real world where none of this exists, I feel sad. Immensely sad. I feel like talking to someone. Telling the person how I feel about them and how desperate I am. I don't want to feel desperate and look desperate. But the truth is, I am! (ironman).
I don't know. All I can do is imagine. I want to feel too. I want to make that person feel special. I want someone in my life like that. A person who I love like a maniac and care for her like a Gardner would for his garden.
Alas! I can only imagine.
So, being the person I am, I started imagining if I would get a dare to propose someone then what would I do.
I would ask and somehow manage to persuade my crush to do this dare with me. Then I imagine how would I start, how would I touch her, how would I look at her, into her eyes with passion. What I would say. How I would take her hand and press it against my chest near my heart. So that she could feel my heartbeat. How I would start with a poem or a famous Shahrukh Khan dialog and proceed to tell her my emotions with increasing intensity in each line. And finally how I would then sit on my knee and let her know that this was all true and not just a dare, not by saying but with my emotions. All of this while everyone else is watching. I don't know how she would react to this. I can imagine she would then take a walk with me and get to know me. Other people watching would cheer.
But guess what? This is all in my imagination. So when I come back to the real world where none of this exists, I feel sad. Immensely sad. I feel like talking to someone. Telling the person how I feel about them and how desperate I am. I don't want to feel desperate and look desperate. But the truth is, I am! (ironman).
I don't know. All I can do is imagine. I want to feel too. I want to make that person feel special. I want someone in my life like that. A person who I love like a maniac and care for her like a Gardner would for his garden.
Alas! I can only imagine.
