The next morning I woke up with
muted light nudging my eyes. The sky was light brownish and still some time
left for sun to finish its morning tea and come out of the cloud blanket. My
legs were still cramped but I felt refreshed and light without having to stream
bucket of tears. After a long time I had slept straight through out the night,
not even a single moment wasted to my knowledge. Standing at the window, I held
out my arm and pretended to clutch in some freshness from outside.
Today I didn’t have to be
prodded for anything. I felt the zeal to do everything on my own. I got ready
for college and sat at the dining table for my breakfast.
There was a look of
astonishment on my Mom’s face and also a content of relief. She looked
genuinely relieved while serving me breakfast. Today again the hot stuffed Dosa
was served on my plate. The smell was so delicious that even the distance of
hand and mouth seemed very long. I quickly jumped on it and finished each Dosa
in two bites, like Anaconda munching on human being. With mouth full of
potatoes, onion, chillies, I asked Mom to make another two. I finished six Dosa
shocking Mom to hell. May be I was that ravenous for real food from a long time.
I took a deep sigh and bid bye to Mom.
Instead of waiting for Preeti
to come, I thought to get Preeti along with me. My legs wanted to romp, I wish
I could but then again I was afraid of street dogs running after me. I kept my
pace normal.
Preeti was also well surprised
to see me this way. She was very elated.
“Wow! What’s the secret babe?
You look so happy.”
“May be your shopping idea
wasn’t that bad.” I chuckled.
“Hmm...see. Didn’t I tell you
this?”
“Yeah..” We walked on the road.
“Preeti.” I slowed down my pace
for a while.
“Yeah.” She was digging into
her bag.
“Thank you.”
She looked at me in surprise.
“For what?”
“For everything. For staying
with in this upheaval. For being with me even that I behaved so rudely with
you. I know I should not have done..”
“Shh..” She muffled my words.
“Since when you got the need to thank me? What are friends for if they are not
there for you in your lows? And I haven’t done anything extraordinary. I just
did what a genuine friend should have done.”
“Still then I owe a lot you.”
“Now if you say single word
from now, I will tell everyone at college that.... you still sleep with your
ten year old teddy bear wearing a red pooh pyjama.” She laughed out loud.
“No..I don’t.”
“Oh.Yeah. You do. I know it. I
saw that teddy still in your room.”
I joined her. “Fine then. If you
say that..then I will spread it in college that Champak Lal has written a
three page love letter to you.”
“No. You won’t. You have
promised me. I’ll kill you both.” Our
giggle vibrated in the street air.
As soon as I reached at the
bus-stop, my demeanour shifted back to the old form. I stopped laughing and
stood there intensely and impatiently waiting for the bus to arrive. Arnav was
there too but I pretended as I didn’t see him.
The college was same but the
atmosphere was just busier, crowder and louder. The classes were off and
cafeteria was deserted. The students were too frenzied for the upcoming fest.
They were so busy in themselves that there would be frequent bumping accidents
on each turn in college corridor everyday.
Preeti also joined the rush.
She wanted me to get into but I denied. All that I needed right here was some
time for me. If possible she would have taken part in each and every event. But
the timeline didn’t support her enthusiasm. She took part in four events;
Badminton, Drama, Face Painting and Debate.
Most of my time in college was
spent in college-library. It gave me ample time to catch up with the study that
I had missed. I didn’t know how helping and generous our teachers were until now
that I went to them personally for help in some subject. I was amazed to see
the gladness glowing on their face when I asked them my doubts. They seemed
more than happy.
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I completed each assignment,
revised each chapter twice and again there was time left in my hand. And in the
left over time I would keep staring blankly at the rows and rows of hard bound
spinal columns books stacked as per their content with a reverend amazement
regarding the persons who wrote each piece of it. I never had enough patience to
even read a book properly. Then from where they got such enormous strength to
pull back them to a place and keep pouring out the words that left me with a
big puzzle.
And sometimes Preeti dropped
herself in various disguise to both entertain and scare the hell out my heart; Sometimes
in her drama costumes and sometimes with something weird painted on her face. Once
she came with a cat painted on her face. The first look of it was so atrocious, I got
goosebumps from it. She had got herself
a nice guy who got along with her for Face Painting. I had never seen that guy
before; may be due to my lack of concentration toward any other boy in college
except Arnav.
Even after hollering, jumping, acting
she would be more rattling then me in the evening. Every evening she would drag
me out of home and make me roam around the whole city. We both spent our whole
year’s savings buying the things knowing that we would never use half of them.
But I didn’t whine then. At least shopping was fun and a better indulgence than
lonely evening.
Preeti had me to buy the
luxuriant pair of red open toed wineglass heels. It had sequins threaded over
it. It was a piece out of synergy of modern designs and traditional work and
cost me a big fortune. Though I couldn’t deny the fact that it was the prettiest
pair of shoes my eyes had ever witnessed but also it carried that much of a big
price tag too. And I also have always been a cumbersome walker. It was hard to
manage myself on that five inch high platform balancing on a point.
To my surprise the days of fun
flew by much quicker. I was feeling lot better.
Almost like I had left my past
behind though I knew they were not long gone. But it was like I was in a glass
box. Everyone could see me through it but no one or nothing had the reach to
me. Only Preeti knew the secret password to enter into and I wanted her to be
alone into it. I didn’t have any more strength to be bluffed again.
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