Some people just walk into our life and perform magic tricks with our heart. I have never experienced LOVE in the romantic sense. I have walked in this planet Earth for the past 27 years and there has been crushes and infatuations and i have even had the HOTS for a few girls. But I was never ever reciprocated with love.But they say that change is the only constant thing, and that change happened in my life two weeks back. I first saw her 12 days back. Now as I type this post I am so glad because her words," Chriz, I love you too" is still echoing in my ears. Now, even I know the feeling of being by loved by someone so sweet and special.Yes! Chronicwriter is hitched.
How did it happen?
I live in the 32 floor in a two bedroom apartment. I am very close with all my neighbours. My previous post was on my 7 year old neighbour Ryan. The opposite house remained unoccupied for more than three weeks.The previous inhabitants were a bunch of unruly bachelors and the owner of the apartment asked them to vacate the place.But 12 days back, someone moved in and occupied the house. I was very glad because now I did not have to always look at a locked door. But when i went to see the new occupant, the house was locked. Later I came to know from a neighbour that a girl has moved in and she has gone for work. I waited till evening and finally caught a glimpse of her when she made her entry into her house on her way back from work. She was very cute.
The next day, I woke up early and again found the door locked. By evening, I had gathered few information about the girl.
Name: Divya Sukumar (Sukumar is her father's name)
Job: Sports Journalist in a very reputed media firm.
Mother Tongue: Tamil
These information were more than enough for a bachelor like me. The next two hours were spent on the net to find out all the information about Divya. Thanks to social networking sites and blog-networks, i finally gathered a few more information about her.
Age: 22 years (A gap of 5 years. I am 27)
Height: 5 feet 2 inches (Yipee! I said to myself)
Status: Single (One of the social networking sites mentioned that Divya had never been in a relationship)
In one of the social networking sites, she had stated that she was interested in humorous people. That made my day. I also found that she was a blogger and also found her blog URL [link]. But i was very much disappointed because I could not gain access to her blog as it was open only for invited readers. But I started reading all her articles in her sports page and i really liked her writing skills. I even sent her an email saying that I was a blogger and I would be happy if she could grant me access to her blog. She did not bother to reply. She did not know that the mailer was actually her opposite guy neighbour. I was disappointed because she did not even bother to check my blog either.
Now I really wanted to meet her and talk to her. I noticed her daily routine. She left for work at 8 a.m, and returned from work at 7 p.m. So i decided to meet her in the lift. I was Glad because the lift travel would take almost a minute because we were in the 32nd floor. The next morning, i woke up early and went to the lift bay at 7.50 a.m. She came there at 8 a.m. The next moment we were inside the lift. Her perfume was so soft and tender. I couldn't speak to her. That's when I realised that LOVE can even freeze a non-stop-chatter-box's mouth.

That evening I travelled with her from ground floor till the 32nd floor. We walked side by side and we opened our doors at the same time and our eyes met just before we shut the doors of our houses.I smiled at her and she gave back the sweetest smile I have ever see in my life. I was the happiest guy around. I started jumping around. The lift journeys continued and in the next three days we had exchanged a few words too, " Hello, Good morning, Good evening, Hi, Floor number 32 please". Last week, i had the opportunity to carry on a conversation with her because the lift was not in working condition and we had to climb all the 32 floors. Almost everyone would have hated such a climb; but that was the best climb i ever had. We talked about our likes, dislikes and i found out that she was a good conversationist too. Finally when we reached the 32nd floor, she was very tired

Me: Did you get a mail from a blogger asking for permission to view your blog?

She: Yes. How do you know that?

Me: You are speaking to him.

I gave her my blog link and we said good night to each other. The next morning, i found that she had commented on 30 posts of mine. She even sent a chat invite to my mail id. She also sent an invite to read her blogs. I was the most happiest person in the world. We spent hours on chatting with each other and soon we were talking to each other on the phone. We found that we were very comfotable with each other. For the last four nights we were having our dinner together. This evening I jokingly quipped,"Divya! Shall we get married?" "Why not" came the instant reply. Silence followed. Our eyes spoke the language of love.

"Was that a serious answer"

"Yes It was. I think I have found my guy!"

"Can I make you mine?"

"You can!"

"Let me make it sound classical then. Girl;-I Love You"

"Chriz,I love you too"

We walked back together. Hands held together. It was completely a new feeling for me. I did not want to leave her hand. I came back to my place and I rang her up

She:Yes Chrony (She calls me Chrony when she gets mushy)

Me:I am gonna blog about you.

She: I dont think you would do that.

Me:Why would you say that?

She: You always write funny stuffs in your blog. I don't think you would write something like this

Me:Everything has a new beginning. I am also adding a picture of you in my blog

She: Are you serious?

Me: Yes! The one in your facebook profile.

She: Your readers would treat it as a joke.

Me: I don't think so.

She: Ok. Tell me when you publish it. I want to be the first one to read it.

After our call got over, I started typing this post. I even gave a call to my mom and said,"Mom! Your son has finally found a daughter-in-law for you". "Don't fool around". " Check my blog mommy". By the way, this is my Divya.

-Chronicwriter