Bell the rebel!

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Ice cream. That’s what I felt like.

Open the freezer and what do I see?

Vanilla. Bleh! I wish my brother didn’t have such bland taste.

Course I was going to eat it anyway. Just saying.

Today was one of those days when I felt happy without a reason. No, not happy. Over the moon.

Everything was beautiful.

And I wanted to dance with my eyes closed.

Ever had that feeling of being swept away before you catch your senses?

Or like when your favourite music plays and your feet want to move away in a frantic rhythm.

Or when you’re on a swing, up in the air above the rest of the world where no one can hold you down.

Or when the train moves backwards and a strong wind gushes in your face, you can’t keep your eyes open and can only just breathe gulps of pure freshness.

Or you want to laugh your heart out and never stop.

I can tell if you’ve ever felt that way a lot of people would qualify you as psyched.

That’s about us.

Always the soul of every huddle and yet spaced out into a dream galaxy.

Maybe it was the rain or the lazy Sunday that made me feel so fuzzy and needlessly romantic.

I decided to indulge in my bowl of ice cream sitting at the window.

It's like a smile was pasted on my face and I couldn’t get rid of it.

It was in this mood that I caught him walking across the apartment compound, shielding a girl standing next to him from getting wet.

I stared. The smile vanished. I could feel a lump in my throat.

The mercury rising, the tenseness that stiffened every muscle in me and I found the immediate need to do something extreme.

I didn’t want to give it a second thought.

I didn’t want to think about the rationality or lack of it.

And I ran.

I ran down the stairs, out the lawn and into the compound.

He looked my way a little alarmed.

So he never thought I’d get to it. Well never mind.

This had to be my moment.

I looked once more at him.

His smooth chiselled features, lazy stubble and intense expression.

I didn’t care if he thought I was creating a scene.

I could almost feel my hands shake as I said in a tone that spelt hurt,

‘So this is your important office meeting?’

My voice cracked midway and all the vulnerability erupted.

Dazed and uncomfortable, he looked at the girl who now had a confused expression. Clearly, she wasn’t expecting this either. For those innocent puppy eyes of his, nobody would. He came nearer as he tried to calm me down. I didn’t want to break down. No, not in front of him.

Stifling the sob, I ran back the stairs all the way to my apartment.

He called after me but I didn’t look back.

I wouldn’t, I vowed to myself.

At the apartment, my ice cream sat next to the window almost entirely melted.

Oh well, I like melted ice cream too.

It tastes all soft and creamy.

I know, I know. All you really care about is who the guy was.

Him?

I have no idea!

Just like to fool around in my free time.

Now tell me what you think. Black nail paint or red?

Jeez! The unending dilemmas in a young girl’s life!

*sigh*

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