Crazy Little Thing Called Love

“She’s coming! She’s coming!” screamed Ramesh. His pulse was racing.

The comb was pulled out from the back trouser pocket and with a few swift flicks
of the wrist, the hair was quickly styled. Hair gel helped to keep unruly strands in
their place.

Muthu was nervous. At the same time, he was excited. His blood was pumping.
The girl of his dreams was about to turn the corner. Would she notice him? He
has sprayed some of the cologne he found in Vijay’s old room.

It was a bit pungent to him but after a while, he got used to the smell. It smelt
somewhat like a cross between wood and Johnny Walker whisky. It felt cool
when he splashed some on his face and hands. And on the chest, just for good
measure.

He hoped that Siew Lian would like it. Would she notice it? Muthu wondered.

The girl came around the corner. She was breathtaking. To Muthu at least. She
had long dark straight hair.

Fair and slightly pinkish complexion. The sweetest smile ever. She was about
Muthu’s height and was slender in built. She walked with a poise that looked as if
she was walking on air. She probably was thought Muthu.

Muthu and the rest of his group pretended to talk and looked serious.

“Hi guys. Good to see you?” the voice, sweet as an angel, sang. Muthu nearly
melted.

“Oh, hi Muthu. Nearly didn’t recognise you. Did you do something to your hair
ah?”

“Er, Ah, Oh…ya, yes, yes” mumbled Muthu. “Well, it really suits you” offered
Dream Girl.

There was an awkward pause.

Muthu suddenly realized that he and his ‘gang’, had completely ignored Siew
Lian’s friends who had accompanied her.

“Oh, guys, these are my best friends. Siti and Priya. This is Muthu, Ramesh and
eer…” trailed off Siew Lian.

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