BECAUSE

I saw her walking out of class. She had those eyes. And I thought " Wow, I should have been in that other batch." Then, later, when we were ragging Akanksha, and making her dance to some execrable Bollywood song, she looked in through the doorway. She had those eyes. Impulsively, I grinned at her and asked her to dance for us. She smiled at me, shook her head and left. She had a dimple. And she had those eyes.

Then, we were in the same batch. I walked over to her table and asked her if I could look at her work. And she said sure. I flipped through the book, but I was distracted. You see, she had those eyes. I took to sitting next to her in class, and discovered that she was witty and quirky and prone to pinching people and wearing Fabindia kurtas. And she had those eyes. I discovered that she was staying close to my house, so I invited her home, along with her friend. We sat on the roof and talked until it was dark, and when I walked her back to her hostel, I knew. But she didn't seem to notice at all. I thought I'd never see her again.

But technology is good, and we were found each other online, even though she lived in another city. I couldn't go to the same college as she did, it was not meant to be. I understood, but it was hard to accept. You see, she had those eyes. I never thought I could ask her out, you see, she was a goddess and I was an awkward boy who'd studied in a boy's school all his life. But I couldn't stop talking to her, because she was funny and quirky and crazy as ever and you see, she had those eyes. But my friends egged me on (Thank God for them) and I asked the woman out. She refused and refused and laughed me off. But I never give up, and by God, she had those eyes. Months later, on a trip that would decide my future, I saw someone who reminded me of her. And I asked her again. And she said yes. She was mine, and she had those eyes.

She lives in another city, and I don't see her everyday. But we've been together for almost three years, She and I, and yes, she has those eyes.