Eyes on Her: The Beginning of a Dream

It was the 3rd of December, and I was full of excitement as the opening ceremony of the IGP Cup was about to begin. The IGP Cup was the most prestigious inter-school football competition in Nepal, and this year, I was selected to play for the Nepal Police School, Samakhusi’s football team. It was my first time ever playing in a tournament, and the anticipation had me on the edge of my seat.

As a player, I was excited to be part of the team, but my heart was racing even more as I thought about the opening ceremony. Schools participating from all over the country were gathered, each ready to showcase their spirit and pride in the annual march-past. Nepal Police School, my own school, did well, and I was proud to be a part of it. But it wasn’t the march-past of our school that captured my attention; it was the one that came after ours.

When Sainik Awasiya Mahavidyalaya Bhaktapur’s (The Army School) contingent marched onto the field, my eyes were immediately drawn to their commander. She stood tall, leading the parade with an elegance I had never seen before. Her commanding voice echoed across the field, and every word seemed to be infused with authority and grace. But it wasn’t just her voice—it was everything about her. She was so beautiful, so cool, that I couldn’t take my eyes off her. It was like love at first sight, a feeling I had only heard about in stories.

I stood there, mesmerized, as she led her team with confidence and pride. In my friend group, I couldn’t stop talking about her, trying to describe her beauty, but words failed me. The ceremony ended, but my thoughts were still with her. As the day wore on, I couldn’t stop thinking about that moment. I admired her from afar, but it felt like a dream. There was no way someone like her would ever talk to someone like me.

Weeks passed, but my thoughts were still occupied with her. I couldn’t stop wondering who she was, where she came from, and if she even noticed me at all. During my spare moments, I would stare out of the window, thinking about that moment, imagining what it would be like to talk to her. One day, while sitting at my desk, I thought about her social media. Maybe, just maybe, I could find her and learn more about her. I didn’t know what I would do with that information, but something inside me told me I had to try. So, I took a deep breath, turned on my computer, and began searching for her. It took some time, but eventually, I found her profile. She was two batches senior to me. My heart raced as I stared at her picture. There she was, the girl who had captured my thoughts ever since that opening ceremony.

I was nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. But before I could think too much about it, I hit the “send friend request” button. I knew it was a long shot, but I thought, “Why not? Maybe she’ll accept it.” I felt a wave of hope and excitement rush over me, but I also feared rejection. I didn’t know when, or if, she would accept the request, but I had done my part. Now, all I could do was wait. To be Continued………….