first encounter

Without drying her hair in the heavy rains of California, March left for college in a hurry. While sitting in the public transport, March muttered to herself, "March, you should've read the next chapter of the book, but you want to immerse yourself in the world of the novel. It's the first day in college, and you're already lacking in it."

All of a sudden, March smiled to herself and muttered again, "But who cares? The novel was so romantic, after all. Blaine and Teresa were just about to have their first kiss, but I had to get dressed for college. As soon as I get any free class, I will make sure to continue to read further". While grumbling to herself, March reached college.

March entered the college showing her ID card at the gate. As soon as she entered college, she heard someone shout out her name, "March, come on, we have a class on the first floor".

It was Jessica. She was March's only friend and roommate in Cali- fornia. Both of them were very close to each other. Apart from being best friends and roommates, both were classmates. Jessica had left for college early in the morning itself, leaving March to come to col- lege all by herself. Jessica was waiting for March to arrive in college. As she saw her coming, she called out to her. March mumbled to her- self about Jessica calling out to her aloud.

"Oh God, why is Jessica calling out my name so loudly in the col- lege? Doesn't she know how embarrassing it is?" March grumbled.

While looking at Jessica, March gestured to her to leave without her. March then decided to run towards the main building. She ran so fast without noting the people close by or around her that she bumped into someone and slammed hard on the ground. Along with her, all her novels, college textbooks, and cell phones fell on the floor. She picked up herself and exclaimed, "What is up with me today? Why is all this happening to me today?"

The boy she bumped into turned back to March in anger and re- plied, "Can't you see? Do you close your eyes and walk? Can't you even walk straight without bumping into people?"

Hearing him, March turned back and saw a boy behind her. Dre- ssed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, the guy seemed annoyed with the accident. March looked at him furiously and then bent down to pick up her books and belongings from the floor. Taking a final glance at him, March checked out his appearance. Fair complexioned, well-defined jawline, lean-muscular body, and tall he- ight. The boy looked attractive. The moment March saw him correctly, she was immediately mesmerized by his looks and was lost.

As soon as she saw him, she became numb. After looking at him, all her anger disappeared. She felt as if she was featured in a Hollywood movie wherein the background played the legendary Titanic's OST where instead of Jack and Rose, she had to imagine her and this boy in the film. While such scenarios were playing in her head, the boy had already picked up his belongings. Not knowing that the boy had already left from there, March stretches out her hand, thinking that her hands would magically brush past against his, making her locks fly as though she was in some 90s Hollywood movie, but nothing of that sort happened. The boy looked at March, and he disappeared into the crowd within seconds. She sat all by herself on the college corridor with her hands outstretched, looking dumb, but she pretended as though nothing had happened.

"Maybe he didn't get a good glance at me; he will very soon," She thought to herself.

She picked up her belongings, but the only thing running around. in her mind was, "who was that boy after all? He looked quite smart. Is he a senior, or is he a young professor in college?"

Such questions kept running around in her head when suddenly her phone rang, making her break her chain of thoughts. The person calling her was Jessica.

"Ahh, it had to be Jessica again!" she mumbled to herself.

She picked up the call.

"Yes, yes, Jessica, I'll be right there," she answered and hung up the phone without even giving Jessica a chance to speak.

While walking towards the main building, March noticed the book she held in her hand.

"What is this? 'The Brief History of Time?' But I remember re- ading a romantic novel. I guess the books got mixed up. Maybe this is my chance to get a chance to talk to him again," said March to herself.

She smiled, thinking about how the meeting would go. She then glanced over the time on her watch and said to herself again, "But what about my class? It starts in about 20 minutes. What should I do?"

Even before she could make up her mind deciding what she wanted to do, either attend her classes or go and meet the boy, her feet automatically turned away from the main building and headed towards the boy.

On the very first day of college itself, March, who came from a small town called Burney, was found roaming around college searc- hing for a boy. Her father was a government officer, and her mother was a housewife. March was the only girl in the family who had come to a big city like California to pursue her higher education. March was addressed as a problem. According to her family, she was considered someone who would attract some trouble or the other. She could never sit in one place and study, but she surprised her family members with her excellent marks when the results were out. She was among the top rank holders in her high school.

With a good height and a milky white complexion, March looked attractive. She looked cute with her shoulder-length and cute bangs. A glossy lip balm was all that she would wear as make-up to enhance her beauty.

Reading romantic novels was her favourite thing to do, and thus she assumed the world around to be similar to the one she read in books. However, despite living in a world of dreams, March never experienced a relationship with any boy. Crushes here and there were a part of her growing-up years, but things never formally progressed for her.

She didn't find the boy despite searching for him in different cla- sses. She continued looking for him for straight 45 minutes and finally stopped near one of the classes and said to herself, "I've looked for that boy in the entire college. Does he even belong to this place? Let's have a look at the cafeteria and other classes; he has to be here somewhere."

After thinking about all this, she glances over at her watch. "Oh no! The classes started half an hour back, which is why no one is seen outside roaming around on the campus. If I keep roaming aro- und like this, someone will notice me for sure. I better hurry and get back to my class. Don't plan on making the professor get angry just on the first day".

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