You were the one
From your faint smile.
From the very tiny crack
On the left side of your spectacle frame;
Which no one else could see but me-
The awkward ‘step-cut’ hairstyle:
From the back,
Your manly voice that startles me every time you speak
I can say, even without looking up from my Chemistry notebook
9th standard Arithmetic won’t get into my head,
So instead: I chose to stare at you;
Like I stare at the full Moon-full of craters, yet so calm, so bright, against the dark sky.
And guess what? I got an A!
I had the best intuitions;
My girlfriends commented-“Even Holmes would fail”.
Every time my heart skipped a beat,
It was because you were coming towards me, with your History book, to clarify a doubt:
Yeah, I knew
My childhood game of instincts fared well.