A Page From My Future Dairy Poem by Naman Bansal

It was my first day at college.
We were seated rather nervously at our respective seats.
Students were entering the class excited with the entire hullabaloo.

She came in the class.
Clad in ill-fitted clothes she exuded confidence.
She was not a conventionally beautiful girl but;
“There was something very attractive about her.”

Seated far from me she was beyond my vocal range!
I wanted to talk to her, get to know her.
So I got up and sat next to her.

Disturbed with my brazenness she looked at the other direction.
Striking a conversation with her was a breeze.
Armed with a repertoire of “WOMAN FRIENDLY TALKS'
I made her feel comfortable around me.

We were talking about our likes and dislikes.
I told her the type of girls I was into.
My description was exactly what she was.

My unsubtle flirting hardly impressed her.
She had the audacity to tell me that the type of guys she liked was exactly what I was not.
I was a regular gym going athlete.

It was not a mere happenstance that she pretended to like guys with more brain than brawn.
My ripped sinews failed to impress her, so did my raunchy humor.
She like 'MEN' - suave and the debonair types.
“Refined men – I must say! ”

Yet eight years have passed since we did our Doctoral degree from Harvard University.
She is the mother of our two year old daughter.
Did I become a - 'suave gentleman? '
I don’t think so.
Maybe she found my prowess in bed irresistible!

God knows, because all I know is....
'I LOVE HER'