Chronicles of Facebook Love (Story)

I have an unusual habit of sending friend request to all that are suggested by Facebook. And sometime also to those who seem interesting to me. Not necessary to mention that most of them were girls. Sometimes my sending request option is even blocked!
I won’t call myself a freak. I only used the best opportunity of sharing best or worst moments with the ones whom you don’t expect to meet in your real life. I believed even if you shared your darkest secret with them they would never harm you because they will rarely encounter you in your real life. On the other hand, it made me feel relieved.
I am not good in talking. But I can chat well. Or maybe because it’s possible to edit what you write on chat. But once you speak something in real you can’t edit it. May be this is the reason behind having so many friends in Facebook.
I was busy in screening my wall posts and commenting on which ever were interesting to me. Just then, I had an eye on a status. Well, there were many likes and comments, so obviously it was a girl’s status.
She looked damn gorgeous in her profile picture. I couldn’t even stop myself to write something on it. It felt as if her status was welcoming me and saying, “Come, write something.”
“Ive statd blivin in god coz itz byond human reach to create a beauty like urs”, I commented.
And guess what! She liked it. And wrote, “wel dat was a nice try… I m impresd ;) .”

What more happiness could a guy get than the happiness he gets from being appreciated by a drop dead bomb like her! And you know one thing, guys start flirting but end up with seriousness when they realize their flirting can ruin the situation and deprive them to be with someone whose appreciation mattered more than anything else.

“And it’s my honour to be able to impress you. If you allow me, I would like to have one more honour of impressing you in online chat.” I commented back with my fingers crossed, wondering if my words are being too cheesy.
I was not so experienced in handling girls. I'm still not. A man capable of handling a woman is a myth. However, some are better than the other. Just like my friend. He says, ‘Never be honest with girls and never step back in promising them to bring stars and moon from the sky and to praise their beauty.’ And I always ruin things by being honest, which is against the rule. Although I never tried his rule but I believe it would have given me same pleasure to hear such words even though they were lies. Truth mostly hurts!
A new notification came. I hastily reloaded the page.
“So be it!” she commented.
She appeared online!
“Hiiii” I typed with a greening face.
“Hey!” she responded.
“ I wisd n my wis waz fulfild. Lucky me!"
"............."
"U there?”
“Yah. How r u? Ppl say if u r too determined on wat u wis ur wis iz fulfild…”
“Neva been better b4! Actually obliged 2wadz u. think so ..m on 7th cloud. ”
“haha.. u r makin me smile :D”
I typed my reply instantly. I waited but didn’t receive any from her. Just then I realised that there was red-cross over the wi-fi icon. Damn it! Why has this to happen right now?
I quickly restarted my laptop. I was scared. I thought she might have left. But no she was still there.
“May b my laptop was shy enough to have messages from a beautiful lady like u on it for da first time.. so had to restart…!” I typed in no time.
“hahaha…I got it.”
“U r takin abt smile? My lips are falin short enuf to hide my teeth.. ;D… :D”
I wrote in response to previous message about me making her smile. Sometimes you don’t find smilies to express your emotion. Same happened to me.
I started having goose bumps out of happiness. I couldn’t stop myself from mentioning it to her.
“my heart is shiverin.. I guess its my heart..it can’t b nythin else.”
“lol. Ur too funny n cleva. Like dat. :p”
Had I shown same smartness in my studies, I would not have wasted all these years in same class. And sometime I wonder if lol meant lots of love because I get them often!
“Funny? I have my heart @ mouth… I say wat I feel …and this time I am feelin a lot!”
“believe in ya…” She wrote back.
Her reply was like getting teacher’s signature of approval on your assignment which you copied from your friend instead of doing it yourself.
“u always look like in ur prof pic?”
I wanted to continue and the best way I thought was to make her feel good and I was falling short of words…nice words of course!
“fo dt u hav 2 c me in real”
“nooooooo. Neva……. May b I wil c u in dream 2day. Hehe. That’s for sure”
I thought she asked me if I had seen her in real. But then I realized my mistake but couldn’t correct. I wished if she didn’t notice my mistake.
“haha. Let’s c. infom me if u really hav it.”
I was too deep into the chat and I started searching the ways to keep her with me for as long as possible.
“Ok I wil do dat. Actually I was wonderin if u luk same lik in ur prof pic in real too… it should be so hard 4u 2 avoid ppl starin at u n cravin for ur presence to last long.”
I couldn’t get the word craving and I quickly opened ms-word to get it. But it happened so fast that she didn’t even realized the efforts I was making to keep that chat as long as possible.
“aite.
Howz life?
 Aee sorry”
“exciting after u accepted my req to b on chat.
No worries.”
I think she didn’t get my earlier message. And when she got she was sorry, for her reply didn’t match my query.
“tonite my netwrk is really bad”
I copied same message, pasted it and sent it, thinking it would make her feel good. I thought if she feels good she would make me feel good in return.
“okay carry on. Haha..”
She was still busy in fixing her network problem.
“don worry my luk iz gud”
“yah dats true”
“it will fix ur netwrk too”
“omg. Haha”
Well I guess, I wrote well.
When some girl says “omg” it tickles me. And then I start dreaming. I don’t know if same happens with the girls when they are praised by the boys.
With books scattered all over the bed, I was busy in chatting with her. Had I shown same passion for my studies, I would have done much progress in my life. These things strike me when I am done with all my free time. Everyday, before closing my eyes I promise myself to avoid such goofing up from my routine. Those resolutions become weak when girl like her come online. I remember me making same resolution the day before. There are things which you can’t control even when you know you should do that.
We talked about each other’s dream. We suggested for amendments in each other’s dreams; some were accepted and some were over ruled. I felt so involved that I felt certain obsession ruling over my heard which blinded me enough to realize that we will never have this again. It went on till we both realized that we can’t continue anymore.
Before quitting, I inquired everything I wanted to know. I made my all effort to make it happen again.
Even after shutting down the computer, I couldn’t get sleep so easily. I was all occupied by her thought. I was wondering what she would be thinking about me. It was already 2:00 am in the morning. I was still wondering if it is possible…
When I woke up next morning, I found tea cup lying on the table next to my bed. I kept gazing it for quite long. All the memories of previous day’s chat were coming one by one. I remembered I had given her my number to give a miss call, thinking that her miss call would let me know her number. I checked my cell. I could see nothing. I lazily dragged myself out of the bed.
I checked myself in front of mirror; my eyes were swollen and reddish in colour. I was already late for my college so without delay I became fresh, had cold tea and left for college. I wanted to avoid questions regarding previous day’s late night.
I don’t know what happened in the class. I don’t know what happened on my way back to the house. I remember my mother shouting at me when I left my plate half eaten. I ignored and went back to my room. I checked my cell again. Nothing!
I don’t remember any day before that day, when I was so out of the world.
In the evening, I started surfing on net again. I opened her profile and checked all her photos. I liked all her good and bad photos just to let her know that I saw them all. I checked all her previous status and liked some of them. I had nothing to comment.
But it didn’t help at all.
Days passed and the weeks went. But the obsession never ended. She never came in my dreams so I couldn’t message her about her coming in my dream. May be she was busy visiting other’s dream as I was not the only one.
We sometime had short chats but not like the one we had that night. I tried to let her know about my obsession through my status and every other possible way. It never helped!
Eventually that night became the night worth remembering.