5. The day I wished I was a Directioner

I love talking to kids. Unfortunately I don't usually have anything to talk about. I ask their names and that is it. I don't like asking them questions about their school and studies because I know how annoying it is. I hated questions that had anything to do with my school or studies, as a kid.

I met a eleven year old girl few months ago and her sister who was only fifteen. The younger one seemed friendly, She was constantly looking at me reading a magazine. I looked up from the magazine and smiled at her. I asked her name and she replied. After a minute or so, I had nothing to talk about and that's why I went back to reading.

'Do you have songs in your cell phone?' she asked sweetly. She was the first eleven year old to ask me whether I had songs in my cell phone instead of games. I loved her for that one reason alone. I gave her my cell phone. She went through my playlist and returned it to me when she didn't find any song that fancied her.

She went to where her sister was and brought her sister's cell phone. She played a song. I recognized it instantly.

'I like this song. What is the title of this song?' she asked me. Hey Soul Sister. Easy. She looked impressed. 

'Who sang this song?' she asked again. Train. It was going great. I was feeling proud of myself. I liked the fact that she was liking me. She was liking me only because I was answering her questions.

'How many members are there in Train?' It started to get difficult. I had no idea. Five, I faked my confidence.

The song ended and there was a pin drop silence for a fraction of second. Another song started to play in her sister's cell phone. I had never heard that song before.

'Do you listen to One Direction?' She seemed excited.

'No.' I felt rather guilty about it.

'Oh.' She said and walked away towards her sister, where they both sang along with the song at the top of their lungs, leaving me alone with the magazine.

But I do know some of their songs. I realized it, a little too late.

4. The Guy with Weird Brows

I struggle with remembering names. They all sound so similar to me but I memorized his name the very first time I heard it. We had all laughed at his name, not because it sounded odd or was weird but because a teacher made fun out of it, the very first day of college. I didn't bother to turn around to look at his face. That is why it didn't start with his name because his name wasn't a problem.

The problem was his eyebrows. I had borrowed his scale not realizing that he was the same guy from the previous day. A bench mate pointed it out to me just when I was about to return his scale. Instead of a 'Thank You', I tried to crack a joke referring to yesterday's incident. He looked confused and raised his brows in a way that I didn't quite understand what he was trying to say.

He looked scary. His heavily build body complimented his weird brows and I pictured him as the beast from the story "Beauty and the Beast". I must have exaggerated about his looks a little but his brows was enough for me to not talk to him again, for weeks.

Maybe he didn't like the joke, it crossed my mind only after weeks. I tried to talk to him again. Surprisingly, he wasn't scary at all. His weird brows contradicted his personality. He was rather funny and friendly.

One day, I gathered all my courage to let him know that I found his brows weird. He raised his brows again. 'You look scary when you do that' I told him, this time laughing. He must have heard it for the very first time because he looked rather confused.

This was the day when we danced together. He promised me to teach Salsa and dropped the idea later that day when he realized I wasn't much of a dancer.

It has been almost five years now and this guy with weird brows has been my best friend. A lot has happened in these five years but he has always remained by my side at the best and especially at the worst. He has seen me cry and curse like nobody else.

Sometimes, I wonder why didn't he run away but this is the question only he can answer. All I know is he is one of the best things that has happened to me and I am glad I made a silly attempt to be funny and was impulsive enough to crack the joke at the moment.