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Friday, October 12, 2012

When she cried.




Just like any other day, I logged into Facebook. Just like every time, I scanned through my news feed; a few likes here, a few comments there and I was almost done for the day. Nothing out the ordinary, right? Well, who knew something was waiting to happen; something big.

Before logging out I did one last refresh of my Facebook news feed. ‘Neha Sharma’, an update read. Neha had just used some Facebook app, and a pic as result of using the app came up as a part of her update. The pic read, “The friend who made you most happy is”. The pic had a picture of Neha and – quite obviously – Deb in it with some number of chats in thousands.

The envious part of me roused. I wished I hadn’t seen that pic. Why would I be happy seeing that pic anyway? It should have been my name on that pic. It was me who made sure she was happy every time, not that asshole!

A friend of hers commented on that very Facebook app update of hers.
“Your life must be heavenly”, the comment read, and quite obviously the girl who had commented on that picture knew about Deb.
As a reply to that comment of hers, Neha commented, “Wish that were true. My life is far from being heavenly. ”

Sunday, June 24, 2012

When it rained, it rained love!



Summer holidays were going really slow, and sluggishly my boredom had started creeping up on me. My 7 days trip to Delhi had gotten my CAD classes postponed by almost month; I had to join in with the next batch.

Besides, there was this other thing that was eating me up. I had no one else to tag along to the classes with. I hated going somewhere alone, and my classes, supposedly, were to last for more than a month.

My friends already were done with this course in the month long winter holidays we had last year, when I preferred being swathed inside a blanket over the stupid classes. Only if I knew then what was stupid, the classes or I!
It was then when I recalled Neha was of the same branch as I and yeah, she might as well need to do with such a course anytime ahead.

But the questions really were, ‘was it really a good idea to ask her to join me?’, ‘what if my feelings for her start heating up again?’

I ditched those doubts from my mind, and persuaded myself in having much control over myself when my feelings are concerned. I dubbed that no such would happen and asking her to join me wouldn’t be much of a big deal.
So I thought of asking her if she wanted to join me for a summer course.

“Hey, hw abt joining with me for CAD classes this mnth? My frnds hav alrdy cmpletd the course nd I need to do it dis tym. I figurd since u might need to do da same course as well, it would be gud if I askd u to join me. Mrovr, the reasn I’m askng u is bcoz I need cmpny.” I texted her.

“U r mean, u knw dat? U jst remember me wenevr u need cmpny. And yes, I was thnkng of joining a course fr dat mattr. Tel me da details. Wenz the class strtng, course fees and all?” she replied.

“Classes r commncng frm june 11th. Fees r smwhr arnd 3K. Classes wuld be @ 5 in da evng. Wat say? Join me na. I don’t wanna go classes alone.”
“Haha… lemme thnk abt it.
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sure y nt, but I hv to ask my mom thugh I knw she would ask me to. :D” her reply put an instant smile on my face. I had company for what might turn out to be a boring course.


~ Just another day of my CAD classes. ~


As usual, I waited for Neha before going inside our classroom. That one time, when she was the one waiting for me, was the first and last for her; and to keep it that way I had to reach 15 minutes well before my class timings. But I didn’t mind waiting for her, as for each day I could see her come through that gate. It was nothing like I had started developing feelings for her again. I had already planned to stick to the non-emotion vampire brat I had promised to be, to Govind.

She wore a white salwar and kameez that day. With her open hair, small little platinum ear-rings, thin lining of mascara (as she preferred it that way), light red lip-gloss and a simple gold locket around her neckline; she looked ravishing. I shook my head to divert it from the detailing it had just managed to notice.

Friday, March 9, 2012

That was just a dream!



While we were walking down the lane it started raining.

The drops of water that dispersed from her face redefined her beauty; and it was then when I wondered may be God was busy making her with His own hands, His most beautiful creation; NEHA! The innocence in her eyes made me wonder if that’s the reason I fell for her. The smile made me wonder if there was anything more life-like than that. Her dark hair made me looked as if it had sucked in all the darkness. Her beautiful face was enough to put plastic surgeons to shame. Mere sight of hers gave me mild heart attacks; it’s not that it didn’t before, but today her beauty, her charm, was on a whole new level.


I was stunned, and left spell-bound. Momentarily, I doubted if she was the person I’m love with; and if so, I envisaged, ‘Damn! She is hell out of my league.’  But the damage is done, and I have fallen in too deep a pit to climb back now; I just am not ready to lose her, I thought.


I went down on my knees, realizing there couldn’t have been better a time to confess my love to her than this. “I don’t have any cheesy, catchy lines to begin with, but I just want to say - The day I saw you I knew I would fall for you. The day we became friends I knew I could fight for you. The day we became best friends I knew I could die for you. The day I knew I love you I knew I can’t live without you. Will you be my reason to live?” I asked, stretching my arms as if it held an imaginary rose.

“I love you.” I whispered.

Her expression showed that she was perplexed, but her eyes channeled her thoughts. It was as if she knew it was coming, she knew I loved her. Her lips started bending into a curve that I had always adored. She smiled, and that said it all.