Back in school-days,he was my biggest crush.
Blue eyes,shiny black hair and dimples in both his cheeks.
Damn!I used to blush whenever I saw him,my friends used to tease me and make me blush more.
But then school ended,and such blushing also faded soon,the butterflies in my tummy died with passing time.And I was unable to make them alive,again.
But that day,something unexpected happened.
Mixed feelings started floating inside my heart.
I didn't know what to do but then,
I did something which I should have done years ago.
I acquired courage,inhaled deeply and
Swiped him right.
YOU HAVE GOT A NEW MATCH,said tinder.
My 'New match' was actually my 'Perfect match.'
Mooshi: A Short Story
"Mooshi is my gut feel, my alter ego," she says while you stand there watching her fondle Mooshi's neck. Apparently, it is Mooshi that decides whether she is interested in you or not.
"She is scared of strangers, creeps inside the bed everytime someone new is home. Only once was she comfortable. I had brought home a guy I met on Tinder. Mooshi came out and sat on his lap."
"Is it the same guy you kissed?" I ask, a little concerned, a little jealous. Mooshi escapes from her grip and tiptoes towards me. After two careful sniffs of my shoe, she rubs her stomach against my jeans and goes back to her lap.
"Yes, the same guy..." she says glaring at Mooshi with faux suspicion. "Looks like Mooshi likes you."
I smile. Does it mean something? "Come here, let me make you friends with her. All you need to do is fondle her neck a little and she's your friend," she says.
"I wish I could. But I'm scared of cats," I say. Two minutes of awkward silence follow. Then I tiptoe out of her house as quietly as Mooshi.