Sporadic Whispers: Musings of a Part-Time Writer

What would have happened if my friends  didn't  start teasing me with your name? Would I have fallen in love with your name? Would I have irritated them intentionally, just to hear your name? What would have happened if we were placed in different classes? Would I have fallen for you mesmerizing smile and your starry eyes? Would I have done all those silly things just to come in front of you and try to impress you? What would have happened if I handed over that letter personally? Would you have fallen for me and my golden method? Or would you have torn the letter and thrown it into my face? What would have happened if I called you as myself instead of texting as an unknown? Would you have fallen for me as I did for you? Or would you have complained about me to someone? What would have happened if I told you everything on the last day I saw you? Would you have accepted me and my love? Or could we have become friends at the least?

The night was still young and I was in my room copying some movies from a friend’s hard disk. Then I heard noises from outside, the sound of plastic chairs being dragged along as the boys hurried into the television room to book their seats for the world cup final. It was the day everyone was waiting for a month since the start of the tournament. Being a Spain supporter I went to watch the game as a neutral, but some part of me inclined towards Germany, maybe because Germany were playing against Brazil in the first world cup match that I watched as a kid in 2002. I, as a football fan, love the midfield position because that’s where all the magic happens. My favorite footballers are mostly midfielders like Lampard, Gerrard, Pirlo, Ballack, and so on and maybe this is also one on of the reasons for supporting Germany because in my opinion they had the better midfielders. The whistle blew to signal the beginning of, what became a thrilling hundred and twenty minutes of magic, dram...