Just the two of us..!!

“Need something to write on. Suggestions..”

“What do you wish to write on??”

“Anything you wish for, apart from perhaps ‘Russian revolution’  “

“Some love story, Te Amo types “

“Hmmm…. Toh, meko kisi ki love story toh sunao…”

“Lemme get over with the comparative government class”

“And, the potential dropped to zero, by the time you reached the 20th house”, the professor chuckled; another pathetic attempt at cracking a joke.

The class tried to laugh. Couldn’t even manage a crackle!

My cell beeped.

“Hey! Class over?”

“Yupp”

A while later, ‘The Who’ started playing their ‘Baba O’ Riley’; a clear indication that somebody was calling me.

She appeared, wearing that beautiful smile of hers in that pink attire.

“Hey!!”, I exclaimed.

“Hmm…”, was her reply.

“Wrapped up your day??”

“Yeah! Got the library card and ID updated…”

“Hmmm….”

Silence

“So, you came up with a story to tell??”

Silence again…

“There??”, I enquired.

“Hmm…”, she replied in her sweet husky voice;  my sour day seemed to have just been made; “I’ve got a story to tell….”

“This one’s about a sweet gal and a MAD guy…”

____________________________

“ Their’s was a formal introduction; work, being the only connection. The guy, had immediately fell for her smile. Numbers were exchanged, then a few SMSes and FB chats later, they grew from colleagues, to perhaps, friends. Months passed, the World Cup forged them even strongly together  . Their lives inter-dwindled into each-other’s. The guy fell for her, correction, falling isn’t the correct word; rather, he rose, rose from the pettiness of everything. Love makes you see, beauty even in the smoke running out of exhausts!!

The only fear, the guy ever had was that he’d lose her; perhaps the only reason, he kept from her.

“What’s harder to deal with; the fear of losing something beautiful, or, the regret of having not done something?”

The gal chose the latter; “You’d always be afraid of losing one thing or the other”, she reasoned.

The guy got his answer, and even before, his brain could give it another re-go, his heart had already filled those words in his mouth.

Awkward, the proposal was as he took pride in being a writer. The fumbling words did not exactly help the cause either.

“If we’re to be together, we’ll surely be! But….”

The guy didn’t require an answer, as his was not a question; it was an affirmative sentence.

The colleges resumed, they got busy in their respective fields. Things were normal, they talked, shared, laughed together!!!

It was during the break period that she received an SMS.

“Need something to write on. Suggestions..”

“What do you wish to write on??”

“Anything you wish for, apart from perhaps ‘Russian revolution’  “

“Some love story, Te Amo types “

“Hmmm…. Toh, meko kisi ki love story toh sunao…”

“Lemme get over with the comparative government class”

She then called him up, and told him a story.

The time had come.

“I love you”, she said. 

“Toh, kaisi lagi story Mr. writer??”

“Sounds familiar….”

____________________________

“Surely should sound familiar, abe sale uth ja ab toh, the torture is over..  ”

I could make out my friend’s broad smile and his hand movements…

“Aj Friday hai… Yayy Yayy…!”, he said.

“Aww…! Man!”

____________________________

Don’t cry

Don’t raise your eye

It’s only teenage wasteland

It was ‘The Who’, playing their ‘Baba O’ Riley’; a clear indication that somebody was calling me.

She appeared, wearing that beautiful smile of hers in that pink attire.

“Hey!!”, I exclaimed.

“Hmm…”, was her reply……

🙂 🙂

 

The story is also published at The Indian Fusion. Find it here

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