Saga Of First Love__ Blue Tick

The response to the last post has been great. Though it comes out of the personal requests to read the posts but still it gives that feel good factor whch one desires for!

So let’s start from where I left but something before that which might come to the mind of readers and peculiarly those who know who writes on ths blog..

DISCLAIMER: THE STORY BEARS NO RESEMBLANCE TO ANY PERSON IN REAL LIFE. IT’S A WORK OF FICTION AND SHALL CONTINUE TO REMAIN SO. IT HAS NO INTENTIONS TO HURT ANY ONE’S FEELINGS AND SHALL NEVER INTEND TO DO SO!

The story continues:

DARMIYAAN JO TERE-MERE HAI

SAMAJH KE HOSH KE PARE HAI

HUM TO EK ANJAAN NACHEEZ HAIN

DEEVANA KAHO YAA PARVAANA

JAANKAR BHI HUMNE YEH NAA JAANA

KAASH US DIN LAFZ ZUBAAN PE UTAR AAYE HOTE

VAKT KA TAKAAZA HUME MAALOOM NAA PADHA

MOHTARMA TO HUMAARI AAHAT SE BHI BEKHABAR THIN

KAASH KHABAR DE DI HOTI

EK BAAR HI SAHI BATA DIYA HOTA

KAASH KEH DIYA HOTA

AFSOS MAGAR AAJ HOTA HAI

JAB ZAMAANE KI BANDISHON NE ROK RAKHA HAI

TABHI TO TANHAAI MAIN YE DIN GUZRE HAIN

TABHI YE DIN GUZRE HAIN….

{CREDITS:TO BE REVEALED LATER}

{Flashback 5 years ago}

18^TH AUGUST 2016 { Continued from previous part}:

There was nothing which was so special about that evening. Hot winds blew as usual, Mess food was as bad as it could be and the common session was even boring then the usual classes they had. What took Sameer on the seventh cloud was something else?? He did not know what had happened. Niether he could figure out the reason behind it..Just that face-went around his mind for hours and hours. He had to finish his assignment-The first one had to be submitted. Moreover he had to scold Rahul who made him miss on such a wonderful opportunity. Kind of weird it looks-Someone who had not even conversed with a girl had fallen for one. The process had started anyway and things were taking shape atleast in Sameer’s imagination.

##To mention here:Rahul was a stud. {Stud is used in what connotation is something which I assume the readers would be able to understand}. He had been living in Delhi for the past two years. To add to the favours he had some experience in these matters both on personal and friends’s fronts and it was this experience which was handy in Sameer’s case. Sameer always wondered how Rahul could manage all this with academics!! Poor lad he was going to be a new entrant in Rahul’s category and it was only after that evening session that he realized this!

Ok!! So Zuckerberg is great. Never ever did Facebook, Whats App and Instagram excite Sameer so much than this.

 But hold on;he said to himself,Did he know the name?? What if any of them could drag the image down form his mind{heart} and search it out!. Never ever hopelessness surrounded him this much than it did now. It was on this moment Rahul enterd the room and what followed was a series of loud abuses in turn.

Rahul was clueless. It was he who had to be shouting out loud but the scene was reversed.

Ok so wait! Be cool and tell me what makes you speak such good words to me? Rahul said. So Sameer vomited out.. Vomited out meant he literally spoke everything that had happened the evening. The incident was the same but with the words he ended are important—Dude her face doesn’t go away from my eyes! I don’t know anything else. I want to know her name!

Oh Man!! Serious one, Idk that, said Rahul. Sorry Dude, I never knew that.Wait I will make the amends!

Rahul did something –something on the web and gave Sameer a list on which the names of all students were written. A excel file to be precise and it was so trivial for Sameer when he couldn’t think of finding it himelf on college website. Ok so the names had gender written beside them and Sameer sat down with his lappy searching out every single female on Facebook… unless he  found  her.. *****(I leave it upon you to decide her name) it said.

He had heard of this name regulary in his house when her mother watched ”Yeh Hai Mohabatten” . Never did he praise that daily soap.Times had changed-To him this sounded as the most beautiful name of the world!!

A question popped up by the way:

Friend Request was to be sent or not?? Will she accept one from a stranger? Was he to wait for the next common session {Common Sessions were a weekly affair}. Rahul advised him to send one. And even if she did not accept it would be one of the many which people usually ignore.

As he scrolled down!!

 Mutual Friends ..1..Woah!!

 He did not see that before and for the first time praised Facebooks  policy of showing them always. Ok so they were two guys whose room was just next to his. He went to the room beside him.Asked him for there phones claiming that his own was not working properly and he had to make an urgent call. As usual a person obliges in this case they did as well, He went side a bit.. Opened contacts-searched the name found three by the name of **** and memorised either of them and returned the phone saying he had deleted the conversation….

##Bandiyon ke maamle main Bande Kaa Dimaag.Great!

His emotions were unstoppable. A mere infatuation was not his case-It was even bigger! And when he added all of them on What’s app and messaged Hey to everyone!!

Things happened quickly. He went to sleep The day had been emotionally tiring. {In the hope of a reply from the other side any of them was the one he was searching for!}

"I choose you and I shall choose you over and over again,Without pause,Without a doubt,in a heartbeat I will keep choosing you!!"

20^TH AUGUST 2016:

No reply had come from either of the numbers. From the past four days he had been checking his messages after every 10 minutes. Neither was he able to see her again. His mind was subdivided in two parts-One which he had been using since his birth and other which **** controlled unknowingly!

 On the spur of the moment{10:53 a.m.} Blue tick did come  on  one and luckily he was online at that instance!

typing……It said next!

TO BE CONTINUED..