I could feel it, the cold breeze, the light of moon, that dupatta of hers caressing my face, her breath….and then it starts raining!
Me: “Again! Mom you could have given me five more minutes”
Mom’s the reason my dreams with her always ends in rains, heavy rains. Well, that’s the way she wakes me up almost every day and thunder soon follows unlike the natural phenomenon.
Me: ”Yeh Aamir Khan ki toh bajaa dunga, kiss ke beechme naak nahi ma aa jaati hai”
Missing the first lecture in college had become a norm and patches of beard had begun to show, signs that first year of engineering had left me in a really bad state. The intoxication of the second had started setting in, but seeing her was always a relief!
It wasn’t like I was having a crush for the first time. I am a guy and it’s how I pass time. She was different, she didn’t even care I was around and mind you, I am a better than average looking guy(I have references?). The more they ignore you, the more you want them, that’s how it works! I so badly wanted her attention and did some crazy things to get that(Sorry! Information not in public domain).
That day, I was a little too irritated – a grumbling mom, no kiss(for the nth time), chance of missing my second lecture as well, unusually hot winter morning and on the top of it I had something stuck between my teeth and the toothpick wasn’t helping. But all of it changed when I saw her. I gave her an awkward smile making myself look like a creep yet another time. She seemed to ignore me. That encounter did not last too long, she got a rickshaw which left me wondering whether the government had imposed reservations of Rickshaws as well?
Lets fast forward ….
I did it again, flunked my term test(Third Semester, I still took it seriously)
Vinay: “Phirse!”
Me: “Hona hi tha, Book bag se nahi nikalti aur ladki dimaag se!”
Vinay: ”Bro, you need to talk to her”
Me: “Yeah! Like she would talk to a guy who gives her a creepy smile with a toothpick stuck between his teeth”
Vinay:(After mumbling a few carefully crafted expletives. 19 years of our life was enough to take a PHD in that. I bet, we can beat Virat Kohli in that if not it cricket) “You talk or you perish!”
Me: “Kargil ki jung ladne nahi ja raha hu! Perish…”
Vinay: “Titanic nahi dekhi hai tune?”
We walked towards the library to do some regular stuff(Copying some assignments) and to our surprise she was standing in line for a book.
Me: “Dekh meri chahat ki kamaal, puri kaynath mujhe use mila ne koshish kar rahi hai”
Vinay: “EXTC people have their term exams starting on Monday, yeh exam ka kamaal hai!”
I went and stood right behind, god knows why and I possible creeped her out some more.
Librarian: “Which book?”
(After waiting for two minutes)
“Which book?”
Vinay: “Jaldi kar, nahi toh puri kaynaath tujhe gaali degi!”
Me: “Oh Sorry! Any book on programming”
Librarian: “Which language?”
Me: “Any language”
Librarian: “Sorry?”
Me: “C+, please”
Still doubting my purpose of taking the book, I went back. Vinay couldn’t hold back his laughter. That encounter went sour again!
Fast forward again……
We were standing at the station waiting for a rickshaw wala to say yes, where I saw her again.
Vinay: “Today’s third encounter!”
Me: “Yeah! Either I’m having a really good day or a really bad day”
I still couldn’t stop looking at her.
Vinay: “She’s looking back, She’s looking back!”
Me: “She looks angry but she looks good anyway!”
She looked back twice and almost made my day. Until.
Yet another rickshaw came our way.
Me: “JB Nagar jaoge?”
Ricksha wala nodded his head to say no.
Me: “Churchgate chaloge?”
He went her way and stopped. After a bit of cajoling she convince him and left.
Vinay: “Ab ise kehte hai….Auto wala Ladki le gaya!”
God! Please help me. Any suggestions anyone!
