I never understood how anybody could not get tired of seeing something everyday, over and over again. 

I was waiting there, along the railings of the first floor at the Frick's Chemistry Lab at Princeton University.

I was not a chemistry major. 

Nor did I like chemistry.

 I was just waiting for my friend to finish up some paper work regarding some chemistry research of his. 

Everyday we would go home together . Everyday I would be waiting for him at the railing, looking at the ceiling and the clouds in the lab. 

And then I saw her. 

Dressed in blue jeans and grey hoodie, backpack on her shoulders and a few books in her hand, she walked into this lab as if it was the most magical place on Earth. She kept on smiling while looking around the lab, as if everything here caught her fancy. 

This place was not THAT beautiful. 

But she was. Her hair tied up in a ponytail, with some fly-aways creating a crown like image on her head, her smile making her look like an angel, the curiosity in her eyes making her look as pure as a child. Looking here and there, trying to figure something out . 

Then she looked up. 

Not at me. 

I looked up following her line of sight at the ceiling . And she was looking at the clouds near the Frick's laboratory ceiling.

And then she smiled. 

Widely. 

Like she has been given the first prize in some race.

 Like she was looking at the most beautiful piece of art ever . 

They were just some clouds made up of multiple cloths. But she looked at it like they were her dreams. 

And she was seeing her dreams in reality.

Then her gaze fell downwards, towards the land , and then towards me. 

I did not know, but unconsciously , I was smiling seeing her smile at the clouds. And I was probably smiling when she looked at me. 

And she smiled at me. 

I might not have accepted it back then, but I know something stirred inside me when I saw her smile. 

To say that that was the most beautiful smile I have ever seen would be an understatement. 

Everyday  I would be waiting for my friend at the railing of first floor.

And everyday she would walk in and look up at the clouds and smile that heart melting, love multiplying smile of her. And I would look up with her at the clouds and then at her to see her smile. And everytime she looked down from the clouds she would look at me.

And smile .

Her smiles were never fake, never half-hearted. They were full, bright, brimming with happiness. The ones that would make you smile looking at her.

I never understood how anybody could not get tired of seeing something everyday, over and over again.

But then I started dreaming about her and then I started looking forward to go to the Chem lab to see her.

I felt a beautiful feeling pass through my guts, when  I saw her smiling through her tears when I cracked a joke when she was crying because she had scored low marks in her examination, and she was explaining how it might just cost her, her scholarship.

I was happiest when on Graduation Day I saw her walking on the stage with that smile of hers while her family and friends cheered and clapped for her; when I saw her run to her grandma and hug her as tightly as humanely possible, and wipe her grandma's tears of joy.

I was the luckiest man in the world,  when I saw her walking down the aisle dressed in white, with purple flowers in her hand. Her face was hidden behind the netted veil , but there was no veil in the world that could hide her glow. Her pureness. Her love . Her smile. She looked up and I , as always, followed her line of sight,  looking up at the church ceiling. She again smiled when she saw the beautiful paintings  on the ceiling. Then she looked down and straight at me standing down at the end of the aisle . And then she smiled at me. And I swear to God in that moment there were no guests, no priest, no best man and no bridesmaid.

 It was just me .

 And her. 

And I was in paradise. 

And I still feel that tingly, ticklish feeling in my stomach every morning.

 When I open up my eyes and look at her calm sleeping figure. And I realize that I could never get tired of looking at her. Or her smile. 

I think I got my answer . 

When I pretend to be asleep when she wakes up. And she smiles in that beautiful way, knowing very well that I am awake. And then she proceeds to peck my lips a thousand times a minute to get me to wake up, giggling and laughing when I don't.

When I open my eyes and pull her close to me and she starts laughing, and she is still laughing as I kiss her , with all my heart, I understand.

I never understood how anybody can not get tired of seeing something, or someone, everyday ,  over and over again. 

I think I got my answer. 

I won't get tired of looking at her .

 Ever. 

In this lifetime. 

And all the next ones too. 

(Clouds at the Frick's Chemistry Lab at Princeton University.)

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Well this story happened like this. 2 things were happening simultaneously- I was about to press the log out button on my Facebook account while still reading, or scanning the caption of a photograph Princeton University had uploaded. I only read the first line which I think went like this - Clouds line the ...... and I looked at the picture and suddenly this story came to my mind and at the exact same time due to reflex I had pressed the logout button. But I kinda had a hazy idea that this pic was of Princeton University so later I searched it up on Google and tadaAAAAAAAHHH- I found them clouds at the Frick's Chem lab...and dun dun dun...this short snap or episode or story happened.

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