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Dry Leaves

Dry are the leaves

In the suburbs

Vanished are the souls

Yet they speak

Around the houses they lay

Night or day

Knowing no one will come to swipe them, but

Guzzling, came a dear

Other than dry leaves, everything was eaten

Either they are useless they felt

Laying there waiting to be mixed in soil same as the soulless humans lying with them

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Chapter 17

The Stunt

We were in bed together, panting hard because of all the hard work we just did on the bed. She lying beside me with nothing but bed sheet covering her legs, her head lay on my hand and her heavy breath touching my neck. My eyes fixed on her navel with my bite marks and suddenly our eyes meet and I turn to hug her.

The fall was bad but the broken dream hurt more, I got up from the floor it was 7 am, time to wake up.

While brushing my teeth I actually thought the time we had. Her friend’s birthday surely gave me food for thought everything that happened after the party ended and we were heading back. That trip gave me something more. The feel of us being together just enjoying the silence, without ever saying we were able to understand each other thoughts. I could feel the closeness in her touch. That feeling actually was something I enjoyed from heart. This hormone filled teenagers finally found the pleasure in silence, which will make him understand life long after this all had happened.

Well coming back to that day. I came to know the reason about her health and low energy but after almost a week when we met again. She was down that day. For all the ones who are confused (Mostly Males), she was having her dates/periods whatever is known to you.

Well that explains a lot.

Just one thing remained that still didn’t make any sense. When I asked her, why didn’t she tell me? Something that I thought, with the comfort level we had among each other should come naturally. Her answered confused me and made me laugh at the same time. You know what she had replied “Ye,ldki wali cheez hai tum ldko ko kaise pta”(This is related to a girl how do boys know).

Well! that made me understand her silence on the topic.

So, starts her journey of telling me how was her first experience when didn’t even know what it was. How the talk happened with her mother, how her seniors told her about a lot of stuff and a few things I think are not that appropriate for the book.

Coming back to my brushing or rather the day of the dream. During the winters I have one ritual of sunbathing on my terrace with a good book. Well that day book was ignored as I was feeling the urge to meet her, so much that I just texted her about it.

You know the best thing about being with someone you truly understand and love is that you can share anything and everything without ever thinking. You know, they know you enough to understand rather than judge.

The thought line broke as the sound of her reply mixed with the cool breeze hitting me came. This bone chilling breeze could only be removed with her hug. Damn, I missed her. She too was missing me and due to a fight with a teacher she was not going for any of the classes.

So we planned, as the time constraint was present from both sides we didn’t plan Delhi but planned to meet at Vaishali Metro. So we can have a nice place to spend some time and saving a lot of our travel time.

It was finalised and I was ready to go. Suddenly my phone rang, my best buddy an old friend and the second guy out of two people, I trusted.

Came the twist.

His house was empty and he asked if I wanted to come over.

I know what you guys are thinking. No, that was not what I planned. My fear from the past two experiences was way stronger than actually making that dream come true.

It was a no to the party but yes to meet him as I had almost an hour before she showed up. I was with him, sitting just like we used too talking and enjoying. He knew about Disha and how everything had turned out between us but had never met her. Something he requested if we could do that day. Just one issue, he couldn’t leave the house as no one was there for the dog who was already not feeling well. We left the topic, as the time came nearer to meet her and I went to the metro station. She was there at the gate and all ready to burst in anger. That was something I expected and it started, as we started the little journey on my scooty. She was angrier than usual and no place was suitable for her to sit. Too many people, too loud, too calm. Well this boy’s brain thought of an idea, more of a suggestion.

Come and meet my friend, we will have a good time and he too will be happy to see the girl he was waiting to meet for so long.

She agreed.

Well life turns out the ways you can’t even imagine.

The hardest part was to reach inside his home. We were not in that friendly neighbourhood in which a girl can enter in a boy’s house without raising any eyebrows. Hence, our mission ‘Enter Home’. Our planning started well it was more of a discussion on call on how to enter inside without being noticed. The key: speed, as there was nothing else we boys could think of.

Now it makes both me and my friend laugh. Well this and many more incidents.

So it starts, I was to come at a great speed and the gate will already be open, I just needed to take the scooty directly inside. It gave us the chills, like a stunt. Smuggling a girl into your house, with those detective neighbourhood aunties ready with their telescopic vision.

Da da da

I ran the scooty jumping one speed breaker then the next, climbing the ramp, the highlight of our stunt with my friend jumping towards the gate to close it and voila we were in.

Safe and in.

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Chapter 16

The Adventure Park

It was the birthday time, for her friend. The one friend too ferocious in planning but never in doing. Well the friend circle was planning the best party, with all her friends and their boyfriends being a part of it.

Yeah party time!!

(Imagine a boring smiley following instead of exclamation)

So here comes the plan, an adventure park it was and we will be paying for the tickets on our own. Yep you heard it right. The plan was, individuals paying for their own tickets and the birthday girl paying for the food.

Well the only catch, the place is selected already, hence the price too.

It was 700 bucks!!

Imagine yourself in college and your monthly allowance is 1500 bucks. Now feel the price.

The good part was, my lady was angrier with this more than me. I had a whole evening of hearing that how her friend is making them pay the whole price for a party that we might not even want to go for.

Well she couldn’t say no hence we both were invited.

But my girl wanted to steal the show.

Hence, came the famous ‘Orange’ top.

As I repeat my words previously used for her “that figure to die for” was about to come alive in the sexiest way possible. No; there was no skin show, we both were against it.

It was better than that.

The girl was about to wear the top which used to complement her very well. The way it hugged her body, deep enough to make you jump enough and covering enough as to not see anything. The perfect length, with every step taken, her backside movement actually making those perfect lines on the cloth giving you the feel of the curvaceous walk she always did. That was the day, when I walked behind her in the metro station; well you surely know the reason.

So, the first group bunk and the last group bunk happens (Atleast with the college friends).

It was the last metro station on red line, so an hour plus ride. It was hard to get seats and we didn’t. That day something was not right, I was already getting negative vibes from the environment and she too was not feeling well. Lack of seats made it worse and we had to take a break at NSP station. Just seating on the benches, we her head down, I felt that dedication she had, even though she didn’t wanted to go but still she was ready to just to honour her words.

We finally reached our destination, tickets taken and ready to go in. Our objective: just roam as we both had not taken the unlimited ride ticket and could only use one which, also was not about to happen. It was fun, till in excitement I ditched her in the mid way and jumped for a ride with her friends and God she was angry.

Still this girl took her time, when everyone was busy with each of their better half, we took our separate way. That time, those two hormone filled teenagers were roaming grounds, void of people with me trying to walk beside her and behind her at the same time(now I would have chosen beside).

Hence, happened few things. No, you are wrong we still were not doing that

But feeling her threw that orange top was something still clear in my mind. Her curve, with my hand moving from her upper back slowly to the lower one, moving my hand towards her side’s, feeling every inch of her flat stomach, softness of her skin and the sensual expression that came, still the most beautiful were her eyes looking at me filled with the feelings we had for each other (that still makes me quiver).

Well love birds were having their own time.

I still laugh at what were we thinking at a public place. Then, I think about how deep we were in love with each other that we didn’t care about anything. Just to be with each other, feeling the happiness was most important of everything for us. I still remember her anger though about the ride which she showed in the middle. It was more because of her friend who stood with her while I was on the ride and as Disha told me said “Dkh kaise chor kr chala gya tuje”(See, how he left you).

Well I was immersed in her eyes, to not to care about her friend.

And as always I made a mistake again.

She wasn’t angry but more of surprised that time. If you are thinking she responded with any words or stopped me, no she didn’t. she just sat there.

Followed by that eternal silence which lasted for two minutes, she was staring on the floor basically ignoring me. I still don’t know what she was thinking but certainly know many things happened after that.

Just not that day.

Well that day just ended with all of us having a nice lunch and back to home.

We both were too tired to discuss anything much. So, the rest of our travel comprised of my girl sleeping on my shoulder like the a little bacha(baby).

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Chapter 15

The Mistaken Journey

It had been three months. The time had gone in a blink of an eye. The only thing that changed between us was less and less college, more and more of each other.

Travelling together was the best thing for us. The only issue that we faced was where to go. We were someone who actually had to decide a place where we could find peace in each other’s company.

Many a times when we just sat in a metro, calculating time as per the metro fare as to when should we exit and where to exit. The where part only came because we never took exit from the metro station. We used to sit on the stairs, stairs where we could find less and less people so less and less disturbance. We just used to sit there, talking to each other for hours.

These were the best times because we actually spent the time doing what we loved, the time listening to each other. She was the only one that I could feel free. The introvert in me who never made many friends, who never spoke much in the class or rather with anyone, who never shared his personal life with anyone, shared his life with her.

Disha was the one who loved to listen the one with whom my heart felt light.

Certainly, one thing was for sure, her incidents were way more interesting than mine. The cutest little things about hermaking me laugh making me love her more and more.

She was a great cook. The perfect girl, the girl whom I used to call beauty with brains but did things that you can’t imagine.

I still remember the incidents she used to tell me. One such tops all of them. She was making her evening tea and instead of sugar added salt in it. Well, it happens, an honest mistake. The funny part came when she realised it, in that hurry she took the tea strainer with all the used tea in it and dropped the strainer on her head, spilling all that tea from the strainer (yes you are right) on her head. Well, I laughed, laughed and laughed. While she, looked at me with such cute puppy eyes that I couldn’t just stop to kiss her eyes.

Well she certainly looked good with her open hairs due to the hair wash she did. (The good part of the tea incident)

That was the day we missed our spot to exit.

It was always the yellow line towards the Huda City Centre Metro Station as we could easily get the seats from the both sides and the peace we required on the stairs. We used to get out anywhere near the Qutub Minar Metro station.

As, we were just about to finish the time limit in Delhi metro and could have been fined so we jumped. We took the exit at the next station.

It was Chatarpur Metro station. The place we will be taking many visits too for the true peace of mind we felt there at the famous Chatarpur mandir.

It was first time for both of us but it didn’t matter when we were together no place was far. We both went down the metro station, finding our way towards the temple, well the magic was always there for help.

The temple was beautiful. All the statues and the biggest one of Lord Hanuman near which I used to pray and she just used to stand waiting for me to finish.

The way we travelled together in that temple praying together is something this heart still craves for.

Well that was also the day she told me the second funniest thing (the tea on her head remains the first).

She never knew who Lord Nandi was. (Lord Nandi is the biggest devotee of Lord Shiva and Lord Shiva travels on Nandi’s back too).

That day, I told her the story of Lord Nandi being a bull (Which was elephant till now for her).

That day I got many reasons to love her more and more.

The cuteness, the sweetness, and the way she walked with me in the temple. The peace which we felt and the way it made us both feel oneness.

There is one more memory of that temple which still makes me cry, even though she cried that day. Well let’s not bring the end so soon.

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Chapter 14

The Pao Bhaji

I always feared a fight with her.

Thank fully the reason changed, as we both started understanding each other.

The reason: With every fight the thing that was common, she wanted to end our relation.

It made me feel like I meant nothing to her. Never could understand that point. I knew she never meant it but her anger was something that actually made me fear her mood swings.

The night we had a fight the same thing happened but something that hurt me more was something that made me feel that maybe this was a mistake for both.

She surely was one popular girl in college. She with many friends, both in boys and girls, I who only had her. The day she had a breakup she actually had a long list of boys waiting for her but they all had a heart break hearing about me. That didn’t deteriorate their trials to get her.

Texting was common from boys was common but trust was something that was stringer between us then love maybe. She never replying to unimportant messages and telling each and everything happening.

I actually liked the way that she told me about each and every thing that happened, till she was angry.

Then each lucky guy who used to text her would be getting a reply. Something that actually made that trust shake a bit. The same thing happened that night, with her replying to a guy who had directly proposed her earlier. Making me jealous angrier and don’t know what else.

Next day she had a date in college and I was on leave that day. She actually had fixed a time with a college friend of her's last night which she told me in the morning. I couldn’t understand that time what just happened, the only thing that I said to her “It’s your life, I don’t own you”.

Came the afternoon, it was 3 pm and her time to be on her way towards her home. That day was numb for me as I couldn’t even understand how I am gona survive the day forget the night.

My phone flashed “ Ni, milli mai us se”(I didn’t meet him). A long sigh left my mouth, my heartfelt so relieved.

I was so happy that I just wanted to see her. I asked her and went to pick her up. It was our first trip in our home town and we used to live in Ghaziabad. If anyone of you knows the place you will understand. The trip in our hometown was something we actually never did again after that.

We were the only couple in the restaurant. We had Pao Bhaji that day, with her eating and I watching her. She actually had not eaten whole day. Well it made two of us. That moment actually has a different value in my heart. However lame the thought was, it made me think that after we officially are together I want to have this moment again.

Pao bhaji never tasted so good.

That was the day a message from her flashed on my screen that woulf make me laugh, cry miss her all at same time.

“agr agli br mai breakup ke liye khu na to do thapad mar kr gale lga lena”(If I ever ask for breakup again, slap me twice and hug me)

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Chapter 13

The College classes end.

After the fight, I started to hate college. Going to that place became the most hated part. Exams were the only times I used to go in that to alone as we both usually had different exam days.

Hence starts the college bunking something consistent well, till my graduation.

That fight though bought good things also in life. We both came very close. Still hug was the only thing that was we were comfortable with. It actually made her waist get my full attention. Making me grab it any chance I got. Never in a public place that much, it made both of us uncomfortable. Public display was affection was something I never liked. We had our moments of her sleeping on my shoulder or walking hand in hand but that was the most we liked it.

Bunking made us travel the whole Delhi, most of the time it was just the metro. Travelling together and talking without any disturbance was the best time for us.

The first bunk, well it was a memory a fight and something that actually made us one.

We were travelling for college and I was not ready, so to decide where to go we just took a stop at Vishvidyalya Metro station. A place filled with mostly students not in care about the world and few scheduled spots too.

She wore the same red top that day in which I propsed her. Making her more beautiful in a way I can't explain. It was out first time there at the metro station and as said we were just trying to find a spot to stay and talk. Found it, liked it and stood there. We actually didn’t care where to go as we were together. I was just holding her by her waist while talking.

These are the moments I actually used to crave, this little closeness with a those little talks. The best!!

Certainly but this holding became too less and I tried to get her closer to me, we were almost about to hug just we were facing each other. I was so mesmerised with her eyes. Eyes so beautiful, perfect blend of brown. This hormone filled guy was ready to make a mistake. Suddenly came the sound of metro and we separated. Slowly the crowd came and passed without even noticing us.

It was back to empty and I couldn’t let go of the feeling that how close we came. With my hand holding her waist, I pulled her closer and again came that moment. She so close to me, my right hand on her back and left on her waist pulling her as close to me as possible. Her both hands, on my chest creating the small distance in our upper body.

It was the same again but this time I was not going to let the metro take away this moment. I just looked at those beautiful lips and my head moved automatically. I felt the softness and came the push. She pushed me and I could feel the mistake I did.

It was first time for both, she even being in relationship for long has actually never allowed the guy to even hug her.

I didn’t know whether it was too early or I should have asked her for permission or maybe we were just too immature for all this.

I surely was not understanding that situation.

But her way of talking made me calm down. She was not angry that time just confused. She just said “Mt kr na yr”(Don’t do it).

The way she said it I understood that we needed time. We actually spent the entire day just talking sharing the quality time together. Though their remained something between us that I felt was not okay.

That surely made our night a fight filled one.

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Chapter 12

The day I lost

That smile remained, the whole time, from the metro to home that day. Just one tension remained, her friend Varsha was angry, according to her.

Remember the one we left alone in the metro for home. Well, we used to be together till Kashmere gate Metro station roughly around7-8 stations. Not even half of her journey but she was angry. That time I thought, how someone could be angry on that. Boy!! How wrong was I?

To all those who are judging me, little background on this friend Varsha. She, a senior to me in 1 year of college life had 7 boyfriends till now. Recently got committed, just before us and before her new boyfriend, as per my lady love, teased her about me. By teasing, meant to propose me if Disha was not ready. If you are judging her don’t, it’s her choice. The only thing,it doesn’t give her a right to try and break us up.

Even during that time I was not against their friendship. Thank God! As life has something better planned.

So coming back to the day I almost lost her.

One thing she hated about me was if I ever saw any girl. So sometime while walking, I used to hold her hand and close my eyes, she guided me among the crowd in the path.

Alas! That day I should have done the same.

I still don’t remember what I was looking for certainly not the girls but she saw me and yes she was angry. So angry that our fight lasted till our college gate where in my haste I lost my wallet which I took out for the payment of that magic. Imagine the day!

Went in.

She with her friends and I to the class. Certainly it was not going to stop here. Her friend was ready with her anger which translated into the words ‘Disha changed because I came in her life.’

I was sitting in the class, completely unaware, about to lose someone so precious to me, more than my life. I found out, the wallet gone and the first thing was I texted her not aware what was about to happen.

While going in the ground to meet her it felt kind of negative but I was too tense to notice and met with a whole girl team playing against me.

I was always very calm with her. She was facing very severe headaches, later on we came to know due to her weak eyes but certainly that time I never wanted her to take any kind of tensions.

Certainly, life had something different planned for me. As then came those tears and I just couldn’t say a thing. Talk about creating a scene that time. Just we both were quiet and someone else created it for us rather between us.

The words coming out were of her friend's mouth were cruel.

Shouting out loud for us not being made for each other, to clear things out among ourselves or just to part our ways, to end it for this mere reason.

That was the time I lost it. The only words that came out of my mouth were “Chup ho ja Varsha ab tu bs”(Just keep quiet now Varsha).

The next words from her mouth were not for me but for Disha “Tu chor ku ni deti ise abhi”(Why don’t you leave him right now) and she ran away, in the Girls common room.

I was dumfounded, and just moved maybe planning to walk to my home or whatever but wishing to leave that place. Suddenly the universe came to rescue, one of her actual and probably a much mature friend came and made her understand the situation. It was like the longest one minute of my life. Thinking what would have happened if her friend hadn’t said “Uska wallet kho gya hai tuje uske sath jana chahiye”(He has lost his wallet you should go with him).

She came towards me looked like a little child and at that time it felt, like my heart started beating again. We walked towards the bus stand but before that she and her friend had their own moment in the GCR well everyone cried but all was okay. Happy Endings

We walked out of the place together that day but it was certainly an experience to learn. Girls getting angry especially her friends pose a threat you can’t even imagine.

After that we actually spent quality time together, making up for the lost time certainly I still love that feel when she kept her head on my shoulder and slept, without the care of the world.

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Chapter 11

The First of Many

Don’t imagine that lovey dovey environment as it was not meant for us. We were poles apart, causing us to fight on the littlest of the things. Well, at the end of the day we were together that was the thing that actually made us the best one.

You know, she was like a child at heart and more so infront of me. From jumping, shouting and sleeping on my shoulder during a metro ride without any care of the world, we enjoyed more and more of each other’s company.

Some moments are their in everyone’s life that heart remembers forever. I created those moments with her, to be remembered for my whole life. We were first for each other, for all(except for being in relationship). The first time to hold hands and walk(Yes for both), the first hug of life, the first one to hold her perfect curvy waist while walking( Can’t imagine the feel it gave), the first to kiss those soft beautiful lips, the first the first the first except for coitus(those who are wondering it means sexual intercourse precisely, just still can’t use the word relating with her).

Yeah we were those die hard couples who believed to wait. Well except for that, there was nothing else except for that we waited.

Well coming back to our initial days. It was one of those mornings I was late again to meet her on the bus stand. She was fuming, lioness ready to kill me. It made the whole bus ride a little jittery for us. We used to take the Red line during those times and it was a hell of a crowd always(Thank God to the ladies coach she used to take when I was not with her). In the beginning, we used to try and find a place to stand so that I could cover her, as the crowd was just an unruly bunch. It was when we were not able to grab a seat, she started standing on the side near the doors, perfect for the back support and safer than most other places. I, on the other hand, used to hold the handle just beside it, covering from any moment near the door. If you ever travelled in Delhi Metro you might find this the common sight in Red and Blue line of Metro. It actually made me happy during this time to do this for her and if life ever gave a chance again. We finally reached our college and into our respective classes or rather I went to classes. She used to bunk classes not the college.

Well, I was the person that would soon change that to college.

In the class it was not about the studies but the memories. That day, I had felt the sweet smell that she radiated, which I will miss every time I miss her. She rarely used any deodorants or perfumes, something she stopped when she was with me.

Her smell to me, was intoxicating, it made me skip a heartbeat that day when I felt it the first time. In my heart, I wanted to feel it one more time.

Finally my classes ended and I went to meet my lady love the little bacha(child), a name I used to call her. Well! It still baffles me how childish it was but yes pure in its own way.

We travelled at that time in a bus. Her friends sitting on a separate seat, and we on a different set. That moment this hormone filled guy asked from her about a hug for the first time.

To all of those with much better experience then me, request you to imagine your first time with the person whom you felt for. It makes it special more than words can explain.

Well! She was not ready and I respected that but same time it made me sad that. Making the ride a quite one. We reached our destination, the Jahangirpuri metro station. During the afternoon time it was mostly isolated. The sparrows enjoying their time and this guy was about too.

That was the first time we let her friend leave in metro alone. That time I never could have thought, this little act will mark the start of our first fight and end of her friendship with them. Well! The metro left with her friend in there and we outside.

Then and their she came and hugged me. The feel still stirs me up, feeling her hair near my cheek, her hand trying to cover my waist and me who couldn’t even move in that moment. Her bold body touched mine for the first time, a electric current crossing threw me and I felt that little breathe on my chest. This memory so alive like it happened yesterday.

You know what she said after that” kha tha na kr lungi(I told you, I can and will hug you).

With that started a new chapter for our lives.

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Chapter 10

Life without Whatsapp

Those were not the pre-historic times but it was a time when she had that touch phone just not smart one with android. The lady used to type me those lovely messages using that now qwerty keypad. Now, that was something that came between love life, due to the rules no one could send more than 100 messages.

I used to rarely go to college around twice a week was max. So, most of our discussion used to happen on chats. We actually got comfortable for call except for once lest we were those who just chatted and never kept quiet when we met. Spending the hours was the most important for us.

She used to text me all the details of out day. From boarding to bus to metro to meeting her friends and in the evening when she used to come back and share all the details just my one message “ apka din kaisa rha”(How was your day?). From her teachers to her friends it was all in those messages. It was the hardest part for the day as by then the 100 message limit was over. There were times when we actually spent money to text. Imagine a time when you paid to text to your loved one.

Imagine a time of no online texting.

During that time she started taking care of all the things so I could focus on studies. From my assignments to my class notes she was the one.

I was the guy who never wrote any notes, any assignments never attented any of my classes. I was the one who didn’t even knew the faces of the teachers.

Ever spent a time writing an assignment whole night to submit tomorrow that was not even yours. She did that for me.

Well! I must congratulate her for my graduation My lady love

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Chapter 9

Her Cuteness

There is no definition of purest form of love but what I believe in is that it happens when you are 18-25 year of age and when you had significant time seeing the hottest ones in the campus. That is the time when your hormones are not the reason, only physical attraction is not the reason (for some) and you are mature enough not to go after money (also for some).

You see the person, his/her nature, his/her way of handling you both and the feel you get with them.

If these things are there, you have found the person that time. (Please, I am not a believer in long distance till you have significant time together to make you ready for it. So, not related to that.)

This person might not be your last one but the purity of those feelings, that care, that madness won’t ever match anything. It will remain in your heart, however far you go, you will remember those words, those feeling, that pain, that suffering, that time you cried or couldn’t cry, the smile you got on seeing them, that time when you want them to hold you, to hug you to truly just sit with them and stay there.

The purity, if you are truly with them at that time, will make you miss those memories when you climb those heights of life. Travelling that long journey for important meetings, waiting for that interview with she saying you are the best, while seeing that beautiful sunset sitting at Marine Drive and imagining her sitting beside you.

I wanted to write about our first day together but it came, the memory that we are no longer together. So, maybe tomorrow.

You know, there are 3 incidents before proposing her happened that made me fall in love with her.

That was the second time I was going to college with her. Her childhood friend joined us, for half of the way. I laughed seeing her whole time that day. By her, I mean my lady love ‘Disha’, I had no reason but it actually made us a little closer, making us comfortable together. That she actually shouted at the little tempo which we used to take if busses were not present. She literally shouted pointing at that vehicle saying ‘magic a gye’(magic cam) and I stood there dumfounded saying what!. She was not wrong, those were actually named magic by the company.

The second also comes to be the same spot just we boarded the low floor Delhi bus this time. Standing just beside the driver, she was actually driving the bus with various movements. Yeah you know what she said “age khde hke aisa lgta hai khud hi chala rhe ho”(Standing infront it feels like you are riding yourself)

The third one is not funny more cute. The bus rides used to be heavily crowded and once we four, two of us and two of her friends were waiting and came the bus. Entrance is from the back side but due to the crowd, girls were allowed to enter by the driver side i.e. the front side. I just ran and entered from behind seeing the crowd and her friends entered from the front gate, she didn’t. She was waiting for me thinking I was still out and was calling me instead of entering. She stood outside the bus just for me.

That time I was confused why she did it. Like I said those feelings that time are the purest if they are meant to be forever or even if not.

It’s not about how much time you are together but how much you build in that time together.

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Chapter 8

30th of September, Part-II

It was me, her and two of her friends. I had a little fever that day, so just sitting beside her was the best time for me.

It was like the usual metro ride we used to have for past 3 months but that day maybe the universe wanted to make the day special.

To make me remember that day, for more reasons than I ever could have thought of. The magic of DU.

It started with a simple video her friend showed to her. A nice romantic video, when she just had her break-up. I saw those tears rolling down and like before her friends came to her help, but like before I didn’t hold myself back. My hands covered her cheeks, my thumbs slowly going and wiping those precious tears of her face. Till date I never could do it again, it was too pure of a memory to repeat.

The college was something harsh that little headache and fever was still less of a problem than the wait for the evening. I was that guy who rarely took medicine but took that day. She forcefully took me to a medical store and made me have it. The best part was after I had the pill, her words “mai to aise dawai ni le skti”(I never could took a medicine like this).

I just laughed.

Well this guy was waiting for ‘5 pm’.

To spend a little time alone we left a little early after lunch with her friends citing my fever. Even In the bus I never could speak anything, the wait was something which took my concentration. Even the walk we took when our bus stopped a bit far from the metro station, I walked holding her hand. The wait, the wait, the wait, was finally over when we sat together in the metro but maybe universe wanted me to wait a little more.

As I saw both her friends entering in the metro compartment, maybe that walk till metro was longer than I thought. I still hate them for this. It was the first time my heart churned so much, so much anger towards something that I can’t imagine I felt, waiting for that one answer.

The relief was when we sat in the bus after metro (I told you, a long ride for/from college). It was 5:15 pm and this guy now was calm because I was seeing the thing which even today if I get a chance won’t stop. Looking at her face continuously, seeing the most beautiful face without thinking anything else.

The answer came from her, it was a ‘YES’.

My life changed, forever.

The story continues……….

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Chapter 7

30th of September

It was 30th of September, a date which holds value till the epilogue of the book and for my life.

Yesterday, I had created her online id and today, I was to share the password.

During those days we used to meet at the bus stand, and till now she was the one who used to wait for me but today I was the one who came first. Waiting for her my mind was revolving around the things happened in those past 2 -3 months. How we have grown comfortable of each other in this short time. I remember once, she took me to the senior building and you know for what. To show me the girls of English (hons) but that mission failed due to the light rain which made us catch the bus early.

I just came out of my memories as I saw the prettiest girl, she wore a red top that day. It was the only one that was not tight near her waist area, making that perfect curve less visible to everyone’s eye. (I still remember that story she told about her father getting that top for her but some other day).

We started our little journey. She like her old self, so happy and I, waiting for her to ask about the id password. Waiting to tell her the password and fearing at the same time for her answer.

We used to meet her friends at Kashmere gate metro station during those times and I was not planning to speak in front of them. Hence, came those last few minutes, walking towards the yellow line metro from the red line she asked about it.

The moment that was meant to be so special became so funny that still cannot believe that.

I told her the password speaking ‘willyoubemine’, each letter separately and she got CONFUSED. Imagine, a proposal where the girl gets confused, I actually felt that anger filled smile, anger for me for this confusion and smile for her for this confusion. But finally we sorted this, with me typing that as message on phone and she smiled understanding those words. That was the time I noticed her eyes, that shine that came in them. I couldn’t maintain the eye contact being a shy one. Don’t know what came but I said that thought which I never thought before, I just said “abhi mt btao, apke pas sham ke 5 bje tk ka waqt hai(Don’t answer right now, you have till 5 today to answer).

But with that came an emotion filling me up with the fear of her saying no and leaving me. It actually made me nervous and I said the words that no one could have imagined “ agr tune ha ni kiya to mai bol bol ke tere ko tang kr dunga”(If you didn’t say yes, I will keep on speaking and irritate you).

Yeah stupid!!!

But she laughed.

The story Continues……………..

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Chapter 6

The Beginning

That night was tough to pass. She was talking to me telling me things that I couldn’t even believe that time might happen in a day.

She cried a lot that day; I could feel that in those texts she sent. She had broken up with her boyfriend because he blamed her for everything that day. Maybe it was long due as per her.

I don’t know about happiness and sadness but I was concerned about her. I just told her that I will support her with anything; didn’t know how important that line was for her but I wanted to support her.

I actually might have asked to rethink my decision that time. Maybe, seeing that smile was still important to me whoever might be the reason.

We met the next day, seeing her was the greatest relief to me. Most of the ride was calm, I wanted her to forget all the bad and feel happy.

My luck, I was able to make her smile, some of the best moments of my life.

The ride till college we actually enjoyed with her friends joining, we becoming a great team.

Till the metro ride.

I have always hated those bus rides towards my college. So crowded just hated them, but that day something happened.

It was the old kind of bus of Delhi, not like the low floor ones. With only one seat empty where her friends sat holding our bags. As the crowd kept on rising, people were brushing while passing by. It was just boiling my blood. When the first guy went by without even thinking, I just kept my hand behind her head blocking anyone who might by mistake come near her. Even her friends wide eyes couldn’t convince me to remove my hand from there. In those 20-30 minutes of journey, my hand was there protecting her and that was when I took the resolution yeah I will till I am with her won’t allow anyone come near her.

But like that was not the only good thing that was meant to happen that day.

I actually was given the task to create her Facebook ID so that as per her friend and I quote said “ naya bdiya bnda dhundenge tere liye”(We will find new better guy for you).

Well I did make it and its password was something I cherish till date.

willyoubemine.

The Story continues………………

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Chapter 5

Life happens

Still don’t know what was it about this guy, but I was jealous. Never seen never met but I was jealous.

Enough about me.

Let’s talk about her now.

A lovely morning of Wednesday it all started. She was wearing a long black patterned sleeveless top/kurti, like a little girl to me that day, just so cute so decent.

Her guy was here. I actually spent exactly 2 minutes with them. At the bus stop outside the college, she introduced me to him. The hello is the only thing I shared with him, as I climbed in the bus. The last thing I remember is her standing and looking so cute with ever so bright smile waving towards me as I went away in the us.

It was hard but I tried to forget that smile as the bus moved on.

Came the next day. Saw her, smiled with her, never asked how their day went just not knowing felt so better. Though there was something off with her that day. I felt it, just didn’t know how to response.

Didn’t know, life was about to happen. Just I was unaware of it.

I left early that day and something happened that I never imagined.

It was a normal bus ride but I felt a sense of uneasiness coming regarding her. So I texted her and from her first reply I knew something was wrong.

Called her once she didn’t pick up second time she did, couldn’t understand a word over her tears.

I just shouted” tu ro mt mai waps a rha hu”(don’t cry am coming back). That was the moment even I don’t know but I just made the bus stop, ran outside and was back on the bus towards college. I could not even think straight and just wanted to be there with her. As the bus stopped outside college, I called her again and the voice was of her friend Swati.

The only words that came out my mouth were “Muje milna hai us se meri bt krwa”(I want to meet her, let me talk to her). But it was not meant to be. The only thing I heard was she had a fight with a senior and couldn’t come out. It was really not safe and I should leave. I stood there, just couldn’t move. Then after a few minutes she called, asking me to leave as all was good and I must go.

I wanted to but couldn’t deny her. Maybe, in my heart I thought I was incapable of handling her that time. Maybe her friends who have been with her for past one year, her boyfriend they ought to be with her not me.

I still was junior guy whom she helped once.

The story continues……

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Chapter 4

The Trip

If you are thinking the trip was with her.

You are wrong.

Today’s chapter is all about me.

A little brief about me is a normal decent(a little too much) guy, living with his grandparent’s a small family(reason maybe you will learn later).

So my life was simple never travelled much, never did alcohol/smoking (except once or twice) and yeah just wanted to something big in my life to make my grandparent’s happy.

The college was something never thought.

So, like the sweet girl she is, she messaged me.

Taking my number and messaging me first. Well! She put me on cloud nine.

It was about a trip to a water park near college. Your guy was ready to go and reached the college early in the morning(Just without swimming trunks or additional clothes).

I didn’t had many friends in college that time, mere acquaintances is a better word. This was to be same for the next 3 years of my college life.

I was there in the water park imagining, what should I do now? The hormone filled guy, confused within me. So I, with a group of few like me went to the rides, as we were too reluctant to go in the water(in a water park).

Trust me it was more boring for me then it is for you right now.

After taking those total 2 out of the 3 rides present. I thought lets do it and I jumped in the pool. Just without removing any of my clothes. With my shirt and my jeans on I was takings dips in the water enjoying my time while a friend too reluctant to still come in the water took care of my wallet+ bag+ shoes.

So after enjoying full 15 minutes in water I was out ready to run towards my home. All the hormones were calmed after the thought of travelling in these drenched clothes for 3 hours or more so God knows. We had crossed Delhi border and were standing in Haryana. The best thing, the buses who took us there were still nowhere to be seen.

So, like students we did any student would do, started stopping the roadways buses.

Tip: If you ever need travel in Haryana bus, never stop a Haryana bus without its stoppage. Especially, standing in the middle of the road. High probability you will be run over.

Thank God it didn’t happen that day. The driver was good; he just used speed of what I think to be above 100km/hr and lots of horn to get us out of his way.

So this tired drenched soul reached his destination. Not the coaching but home. Still, can’t say how long it took, but I was totally dry halfway itself.

Coaching was the next destination for me.

Where, due to me being late missed my chance to talk to her before the class. Desperately waiting when I went to her after the coaching she looked a little different. There was something I could feel, more than her it was her friend who was happy and talking.

Her boyfriend was coming tomorrow to meet her in college.

The story continues…….

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Chapter 3

She asks for my number

The beginning of DU as a first year student is awesome. Due to the elections you get to have free canteen days, rallies in college where you get a chance to shout sometimes anything you wish for just need a little group and free trips to the amusement parks, parties. Just the only prerequisite is you must know when it is happening.

Disclaimer: My first trip was a total disaster.

I reached my college, that 2 hours of shity journey. From the bus to metro and again to bus towards college. There I saw a bus ready to leave from the college gate. So, again the bus in which I had to stand for 2.5 hours to reach the venue, listening to those ‘Nare Bazi’(Slogan shouting) all the while. The awesome part is we never got the entry in the event. When we reached the place was swarming with students, the candidate who promised entry was nowhere to be seen who, was part of the bus we were travelling shouting the most. Well, as I told you already a disaster. I still remember that boring back ride still thinking what the hell happened. Slowly with those thoughts I was standing at my coaching.

And saw her.

Oh in the last chapter I missed out on the conversation I had with her.Well she promised to help this junior out. Yeah! I was the junior. She was coming for her second year subject in the coaching and me for CA. So I finally get a senior for support who was the hot chick in college and the sweetest girl I ever met. The girl who was ready to help me out in just one meeting.

The only good thing happened till now after my admission.

And this guy(me) was ready to use the full found freedom in college to use for all the parties thrown by these vote hungry political parties.(Well you must know one thing, I have never gone on the voting day in college Ever).

So, after seeing her, this junior went to her, had that cordial talk, saw her smile(the best part) and asked her for help from the girl who parties her whole first Sem and got passing marks only in 1 subject.

“Ap jate ho na roj college, muje btana na kb bhar jar he hai.”(You go to college regularly, please tell me when we are going out again.)

You know in my heart I knew she will help me out.

But one problem existed. How will she tell me?

We didn’t meet regularly, coaching was on alternate days and I missed college on purpose and sitting at home and studying.

I actually thought of asking her but didn’t wana sound so desperate as she already had a line boys behind her and didn’t wana loose this light hearted talk we used to have even though it was just a couple of times.

And then she said the words I will tease her forever.

“Acha, muje apna number do mai message kr dungi”(Give me your number and I will text you.)

This was the moment I truly hid the happiness that I felt that moment. This was the moment will be written in my heart and my mind forever.

This was the moment of the start or so I thought.

The story continures…………..

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Chapter 2

Her First Smile

There is one thing that you are not aware of about me. I was a guy who used to run away from the prospect of talking to girls. Even talking to her the first time, took all the effort from my side. I still remember the times I saw her, in coaching in college. The first few times I was confused seeing same face two places where I never imagined. The day I got the confidence to talk to her was when I saw her twice on a single day, just at different places.

First one was while she was taking a walk in the college ground wearing that dotted white coloured top, black skin fit jeans and those flats but still her height complementing her. The little smile she carried on her face, the long bag complementing her way of walking the little jerk it took every time she moved forward. All the 4 people I stood staring at her and only my eyes were on her face. Remembering where I have seen this face, this smile.

The second comes to be the coaching when I entered I saw her sitting with her friend just enjoying her time the same white dotted top same skin tight jeans, the same cute bag. Those 3 hours were the longest that day of coaching as I didn’t know what exactly was happening in the class for sure. It was so different noticing someone, someone was allowed to take my concentration on her even. Something I never felt before. It was like, me being a ghost, not existing in her environment whereas she who had my eyes and ears glued to her while I tried to focus on the Direct tax we were being taught. That as the moment she became a person I had to know.

Suddenly, I heard the end of class and and race to go out of the class started. I was still immersed with the thoughts when walking alone.

And I saw her moving infront of me and her friend like a bodyguard with her. As I was about to stop her I turned back and stopped and thought should I? That was the time I believe, something happened in me like magic. The magic of universe, the magic of DU.

I turned ran to her and asked “Excuse me, ap Swami Shraddhanand college mai pdte ho”?(Do you study in Swami Shraddhanand college?).

Then I saw that smile, a smile that I will love all my life even when its not mine.

The story continues……………