I was telling one of my friends about my present(read past) crush ! That’s when he wrote this account of how he had a crush on ‘her’ ! I didnt want it to remain in my mailbox and rot.I wanted it to be appreciated ..so thought of posting it here 
THE CRUSH
Reminds me of the good old days when I had a huge crush on this coffee vending machine in our floor. She had three buttons on her. One for milk, one for coffee, and one for hot water. You go to her when no ones looking, sneak up from her side, and catch her unawares. Press them buttons without keeping a cup beneath her. She’ll go crazy, not knowing what to do under the circumstance. I mean, there ain’t no cups to fill anything with, and if she gives in and pours water or milk or coffee she’s gonna screw it real bad for herself. Pouring water all over her! It was fun to watch her in that distressed state. She’d grumble a bit, and then slow down – you know, real slow. You could practically hear what she was thinking. “Oh dear, to pour or not to pour, is the question!” . She’d never know who pressed those buttons, and who was that giggling behind the pantry wall. Well, I didn’t have the nerve to tell her it was me. You know it was such a pain to see her pouring coffee and milk into others’ cups, while I had to sit there and watch all the proceedings as if it didn’t matter! It did! Hell yeah, it mattered! It hurt; it cut deep dark wounds in the innermost recesses of my troubled heart and the scars never healed. I didn’t have the nerve to confess my endless love to her. I wonder if it was my utter and inexplicable cowardice when it came to dealing with coffee machines, or if it was her awe-inspiring persona which got me thinking what a terrible misfit I’m in her world, and how our company will be ridiculed by the cruel world because they would think she is ‘too good’ for me! I was silent. I drank the pain night and day and suffered the agony in silence until that catastrophic friday!
Yeah, I remember that friday evening like it was yesterday. So vivid are the images etched deep in my mind that only a deathly blow to my temporal lobe will render it to be forgotten. That evening the entire floor was empty because it was friday and they were hoping to have a great weekend ahead. I had some bugs to fix and a release to make, so I was working late. I had drank too much of water that evening so I had to take a leak real badly. I got out of my seat and walked towards the loo humming something of a Pink Floyd. Just when I was about to enter the rest room I heard a distinct low grumble coming from the pantry side. It sounded like some mouse had burped after eating cheese or something. I immediately knew it was her. I could recognize her voice even in grave, dead and rotting! I took a few padded steps and thought of peeping from the pantry wall edge. I didn’t have the nerve to go stand in front of her anyway. So I waited for a while, composed myself, one… two… three… I counted, and I peeped. Words cannot describe the horrifying brutality of the scene that I had forced myself to bare witness to! God, the bruality of it! The horror! The blood curdling gore and violence of it! The entire world seemed to go round and round, and the earth beneath me begain to collapse while I stood watching the horrible scene. Then all I could feel was that I was falling freely, succumbing to the perilious gravity. I was going down and down and there seemed to be no end in sight. And then after many hours later I fell with a thud! Hit the ground hard, and everything around me stopped. I was in a sleep. A deep slumber. I must have slept for a thousand years and few hundred days, after which I woke up.
One of the floor janitors was standing beside me holding a glass of water. I was placed on some desk near the pantry.
“Are you ok now, Sir?” he asked with concern.
“I think I am,” I said, and then I woke up with a start, “The coffee… the machine… what were they doing with that?”
“That was out of order, Sir. We got a replacement from the nescafe guys. This one doesn’t use coffee powder, it grinds coffee beans. I think you’ll like it”. He beamed with a smile.
It was all over! The confounding reality of this sinister world began to sink in. I was tired. I couldn’t think anything. I wanted to be left alone. I wanted to just get the hell outta there!
“I think I gotta go home now. I want to walk alone. Thanks!”
I need not relate to you the terribly agonising days that followed that catastrophe! It was painful. Every hour wounds, and the last one kills! But luckily I got over it sooner than I had hoped. Now I’m ok
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And he added a line “Go talk to him before it’s too late! That is my humble advice to you. The ways of this world are weird! Make the most of it while it lasts. Good luck! “. And oh well i never talked to him awwrite but yeah did get to know he was married ! 
Prasil said,
November 7, 2007 at 9:39 pm
HOT DAMN! Those days were so much fun
I should put that in my archives too. Sherry, your really really made my day!
xeres said,
November 8, 2007 at 8:28 am
@Prasil : hehehe ! lemme see what else i have in archives
Peter said,
November 15, 2007 at 9:03 am
Great story..
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I didnt know you but i think i should put that in my archives.