Jhumka
This is not possible. This is absurd. This cannot be happening. I used to hate you so much. I despised you. You were always mean to me. To put it simply, you were an asshole. It was absurd that I found myself drawn to you so much. You had become extremely irresistible to look away from. Be it in class, be it back in the society, be it in dance class or be it in those boring parties. I used to despise your existence. You always beat me at everything. And it all came naturally to you (or so I think). I had to put in so much effort each time to even get closer to you. We were planning on having a hate club in your name. Like the I hate Rachel club. All of a sudden, I would look forward to your arrival. I was lucky to be seated in the last bench. I can keep staring at your jhumkas all the while. Sometimes I'd get this urge to walk up to you and flick those jhumkas. During lunch break, while your talking to your friends, I would get drawn to come to you and tuck your fringe behin...