Saga Of First Love__Story So Far..

I never wanted to explore this genre…. Great pieces have been written and forgotten by the world but the fact which stands tall is that this one is the most cherished and dreamt of in reality.!! It drew me towards itself ( GENRE) and the rest shall follow….

“ Being deeply loved by some gives you  strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage”-Lao Tzu

## Bare with me for simultaneous usage of English, Hindi and Urdu. The real essence would not come out then!

The Story starts:

DILKASH VO ADAAYEN THI

KHOOBSOORAT VO FIZAAYEN THIN

KHUMAAR MAUSAM KA THA YAA TUMHARA

HAVAAON KA EHSAAS ALAG THA

ZINDAGI NE YE  KIS DORAHE PAR LAA KHADA KIYA

NAA GAM KA MANZAR THA

NAA KHUSHI KA AAHVAAN HUA

TERE HALKE HALKE SUROOR NE PHIR DIL KO CHUAA

MAJBOOR THE HUM MAGAR

NAA KEH SAKE, NA RO SAKE

HAATH JANAAZE PAR

KANDHE PE TERA MARHOOM AASHIQ THAA

BEVAFAAYI KA ILM US MARTBA PEHLI BAAR HUA

 KHUDA KI BARKAT THI

YAA KISMAT KI REHMAT

HUMAARE DIL KO KYUN  TUNE US DIN CHUAA

MAGAR AFSOS

NAA KEH SAKE

NAA RO SAKE

VAQT AUR HUMAARI BHI TO KUCH SEEMAYEN THIN…

{ Translation: KHUSHI KA AAHAVAAN:: Feeling Happy, MARHOOM:: Dead, JAANAZA:: Used here in a more general sense{ No Communal intentions) Rest is easy}

                                                                  [Credits: Not to be revealed for now]

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FLASHBACK( 5 years ago):

18^TH August 2016,

“Oh Man..!! I am getting late for the session. Dude Hurry up! Today is our first common session. Almost everyone has gone.” Sameer shouted at his room partner as he lay clueless on the bed.

Just when you wake up a person from a sound sleep and start shouting the very moment- the same case! And by the time he could come to his senses to realize what was he saying Sameer had gone. The partner better to be called  Rahul lay asleep again as the door slammed before him…

It was the first time after the welcome ceremony that all college students were together. Most of them were unknown to each other but the craziness and excitement to make new friends was a common sight. Nevertheless Sameer managed to get inside the Vohra Hall where the session was scheduled with five minutes to spare…

He was peacefully seated at his allotted seat with an unknown girl and a boy sitting beside him. To someone who had  not talked to a female counterpart in person for four years he remained oblivious of the other side and began chit-chatting with the guy beside.

## Sameer had worked hard to get into this college and of late believed that academics and other “productive” activities could not be done in a sound manner along with having  girl friends{ See there is a gap between two words ! So be wise enough to understand the right meaning}. Silly thought it might be but he had developed it.. Be it his schooling in the only boys school or the rigorous hard work which he had done or the silly girls he had seen in the span of those 4 years-or something else but it was this thing which had got over him…

“2 minutes to start” The speaker announced…………..

Oh!! Why did it happen to him then??  White Shirt, Blue trousers with a puffy pink bag-There she was…

Asking the assistants about her allotted seat. U-10-The assistant replied. Sameer could only catch a glimpse of her when she walked passed the first row to take hold of her seat up at the top. Nothing could stop him from turning back to catch  a sight… Oh dear!! To this sort of guy such things were happening. It was for the first time in these 4 years that Sameer couldn’t work out his consciousness himself.. Just one of those things!!

Well!! The session started.  Sameer was not interested in anything the speaker spoke. Though it wasn’t that boring but something else occupied his mind. He could not gather the guts to turn around for the whole while the speaker spoke. 1 hour passed. Q&A session came- Just when someone asked a question from the top row !!!  TS1he greatest opportunity arrived-- He looked at her—She looked back. Momentary sort of action-reaction pair and the proceedings went underway… It ended and when the crowd got out Sameer waited till the turn of top row came. He followed her for a while.. Just when the phone rang.. Rahul was on the other side as he cursed him for not waking him up!! By the time he had cut the phone with utmost quickness… She wasn’t there.. He wandered around!! She couldn’t be seen anywhere.!!

“Fish Man!! Got damn Rahul”…. He said to himself.!!

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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!

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Stats: Idk the reason why people turn out in less numbers after the very first post of every new series. I guess starting things generates a good deal of response then continuing one. But no issues my motivation behind this series is undeterred and shall never succumb to any failures. This one is quite close to my heart!!

EK TARAFA PYAAR KI TAAKAT KO JAANE KAUN, MAANE KAUN

HUM KAHEN HUMAARI DAASTAAN PAR GAUR FARMAAYEN

₁YEH HUMMARA AAZMAAYA HUA MARZ HAI

KEHTE HAIN, SUNIYEGA

TANHA HOKE BHI TUMSE GHIREN HUE HAIN

₂MASHROOF TUM BHI HO , MASHROOF HUM BHI HAIN

FIR BHI EK DOR NE JODE RAKHA HAI

ANJAAN PARINDON KO BAANDHE RAKHA HAI

US DOR KO KYUN US DIN KHUDAA NE KAATA

KAASH KISI NE INTELAAH KAR DI HOTI

KEH DIYA HOTA AGAR US SHAAM TOH DOOBTE NAA IS SAMANDAR MAIN

UFF!! ISHK MAIN DOOBE HUE KO KAHAN TINKE KAA SAHARAA HAI

AASHIKO KA TO BAS AASHIQUI HI SAHAARA HAI

AASHIQUI HI GUZAARA HAI..

Translation: [1: This is a segment I have forayed into. I know about this!

2: Busy and involved]

{Flashback: 5 years ago}

THE STORY CONTINUES:

20^th August 2018:

Continued from the last part:

Typing..It said and the reply did come.

Hello! Do I know you? It said. Sameer was quite sensible though. He was in a hurry but pretended not to be the desperate one. “Are you a fresher in Shrinatth College?” He asked!

“Yes” It came… Oh Man!! Have you ever witnessed the moment when  a person wins a lottery after so many unsuccessful attemepts? Have you seen the joy on a child’s face when he gets his desired toy? The sheer happiness of cracking UPSC after several failures… All this fell short of the happiness which creeped in Sameer’s heart when he came to know this. He ended the conversation by taking subtle information about class, assignments and other usual things which college pals talk about and went to take his meal. Oh God!! Food on top of so much joy and excitement which had filled his tummy..Butterflies in the stomach. His story had started.[Or Not]?

24^th August 2018:

Sameer did not have a word with **** for these four days. His wish was to meet her in person from the very first time they had a chat but somehow things were kept a low key and on top of it he got the crucial advice of being  slow and steady form Rahul.  Nevertheless college academics had started in full flow. Sameer was always a bright student and things had never gone out of control in the way they were going at those times. It was not that he couldn’t study or something else but the driving force had to be much- much greater to avoid ****’s thoughts and concentrate on other things-- but he had to them anyway.

Good things happen seldom to good people and so did with Sameer.

Out of his struggle to cope up with all the other activities and Ishita orfcos-another conversation popped up between the two. Just on the case when Sameer asked her to participate in a quiz and though she had outrightly rejected the offer he took it as a good opportunity to extend things further. He asked about her whereabouts and from where did she come and usual questions were reverted back with. Out of all these tiny-little chit-chats he got to know her birthdate which was actually 23^th August which wasn’t visible on her facebook profile.

 Ok!! So another opportunity missed!! He could have asked her out for a party atleast and she wouldn’t have minded that. Doing it on some other day was just kinda weird you know{Relate it with this fact:BURAA NAA MANO HOLI HAI}

Gosh!! He put his phone down on that message and did not reply back. Just when his room partner came. “Dude!! Look There are two ****’s in our college! Just check if  you are talking to the right one!” He said.

##RAHUL WAS A LOYAL AND  A TRUE FRIEND..

“Damn!!”said Sameer. He opened her What’s App profile. The photo wasn’t visible.

“Now there were three possible cases—If  she had not added his number to his contact list or she did not set a DP or she was the wrong girl and what had happened all these days was just bullshit!!”-thought Sameer.

If this much would have come to his mind in the midst of his test which was held the previous day then he would have solved the question which required him to form cases.. But as mentioned before__BANDIYON KE MAAMLE MAIN BANDON KAA DIMAG Gr8…

 So the task of getting introduced wasn’t over yet and things were quite out of control by now. IF she was the wrong girl indeed then it was all in a mess and if it happened to be the right choice then it was his luck! Had she been the wrong girl he would've to finish what had started (though it wasn't anything special )and turn back to start afresh!

25^TH August 2018:

11:02 a:m:

He saw her. Once again.!

White top with black dots, blue trousers and that pink puffy backpack! Just when he passed by her he noted down the very time in minutes and seconds when this happened. She did not notice her anyway. He turned back-kept looking at her just when his eyes fell on a laminated card. It was college’s ID card and the name was “****_____”

From a distance of 100 metres or so he shouted “***"”. She did turn back….

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Oh! This is important before I proceed further. Someway or the other the name of the leading lady{girl} of the story might get me into trouble so I have to make a change. Everywhere the name is used it is put to use with ****. Those of you who know the name should assume it to be the same but for now I just can’t use it.

Edit::I have to use the real name anyway.Readers are disappointed with ****.

{It draws deceptive parallels with something unnatural} .Nevertheless the turnout has been good. Sooner than before I will reach 1k mark in page views and the blog and the author shall be revealed out in public{taking quite a footage here but that’s how it would be done.} People are indeed liking Saga Of First Love….

The Story Starts:

₁MEHFIL MAIN US SHAAM HUMNE BHI DASTAK DII THI

KHABAR TERI MAUJOODGI KI HUMEN NAA THI

BHIGA HUA VO MAIDAAN , SAUNDHI-SAUNDHI SI MAATI KI KHUSHBOO

US FIZA MAIN KHILA HUA EK PHOOL JAB DEKHA

TUJHE DEKH DAR LAGA

HONA KYA THA YE PATA NAA THA

MEHFIL KI NAKAAMI KAA SABAB HUM KYUN US DIN BANE

DAAMAN MAIN VO DAAG GALAT JAGAH GALAT INSAAN KE SAAMNE LAGA

BEIZZATI KAA KAADHA TERE SAAMNE HI PEE GAYE

INSAAN KI SUD-BUDH KYUN ISHQ MAIN KHOTI HAI

VAKT NE ISKA NAZAARA DIKHA DIYA

NAA JAANE KYUN FIR AISA LAGA

MAUKA BHI THAA-DASTOOR BHI

SABKE SAAMNE IZHAAR KAR DIYA HOTA

TO AAJ DUKH NAA HOTA

KAASH KEH DIYA HOTA

AAJ SOCHTE HAIN

DIN GALAT THE YAA KAMI HUMAARE MAIN HI KUCH THI

(Credits:To Be Reavealed Later)

Flashback{5years ago}:

{₁:Used in the sense of an event }

25^th August 2016:

She did turn back. He rushed to hand the I-card back. That eureka moment which one craves for.

Just Imagine the very day when you land at the same place where your crush does and destiny facilitates  meeting between both of them. Words fall short of expressing this feeling..

OK!! So the face was seen{Although it had been before many a times}. He met her for the first time. He returned the card back. She said thanks in return and all the while when Sameer shook in nervousness of talking with her face to face she kept up with that beautiful smile delivering a token of gratitude. Just that step of courage which was needed to talk something more-He couldn’t gather that and she went away. If all this had happened sometime before in his life he would have reacted well to the situation but it did not.

##BANDE NE KOI BANDI NI PATAAYI THI NAA PEHLE!!

OK!!Sameer couldn’t take that leap of faith. Those 40 seconds or so when she spoke those words were the most memorable ones till that day in his college life. He never wanted to indulge in these sorts of things..Ishita drew him towards this. Saddened and rendered hopeless by this rather mysterious adventure and a hands-on opportunity missed he went to his class. It was the compulsion to attend that class which took him otherwise the rest of the day was spent wandering in his own hypothetical garden which contained him and Ishita.

28^th August 2016:

Sameer was still not able to figure out his own actions. A sort of dilemma disturbed him all day and night-Whether to take things ahead with the Ishita he was talking to or to stop all that at once. He was still not able to get any clue regarding this matter. All available sources were put to work but in vain.

Dumbo!! He did see her full name in the I-CARD that day. How silly had he become not to ask this from Ishita he was talking to.

Not his problem anyway. From that incident- it was her face which was a memoir in his heart , not her full name! He was able to recall the name somehow and  popped up the question to her. The reply came in 20 minutes or so and the bitter part was that she was the wrong girl.

 “Shit Man. Your story never started” Rahul said when he saw the poor lad in deep despair. His face showed the glimpse of trauma he had suffered. Rahul gave him a piece of advise-“Brother you have to decide your course of action now. If you suffer it’s your own fault and if you don’t it’s your own wisdom. Have courage”

##When a kid gets his favourite ice-cream and just when he is about to take the first bite all of it drops down on the floor… Helpless and Hopeless!

Story was yet to start in all means and Sameer cut down all lines of conversation with wrong Ishita.While the rest were unaffected anyway. No blue tick had come on those messages.

Rahul had been true to his friend in the story by now and he was kind enough to get the information about her class schedule. If it did not do any good it indicated some progress in his case.

“The heart was made to be broken.”

29^th August 2016:

12:55 p:m:

Sameer went past the main building as usual to attend his class. He saw her once again but this time she wasn’t alone. A boy stood beside him and they both were having a light conversation as could be seen from the faces.

He couldn’t tolerate that! Somehow the courage crept in and the direction of steps changed.

. As he inched nearer and nearer  he could hear the words. Left Hand Up- Swinged around-crashed on the face of that boy.

He had slapped him and that too with a mighty blow… Ishita was taken aback!

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Ok! So girls and boys,  ladies and gentlemen-It’s been a week or so since the last post. I was advised to increase the frequency or to make the stories longer but due to some unavoidable circumstances neither of them could materialise and this is where I seem to lack in the blogging community. Things were not so cool in the days that have passed.

Minors{Exams were on head}. They just ended today. I was down with fever and maybe the time I pen down these words I am still ill! Nevertheless-gone are those days and a new start awaits me and I suppose it’s the same for all of you. “Who takes  that bloody line seriously-Make a new  beginning every day.” The subject of moral science tried its best to pour these things down in our head but it couldn’t…

Coming back to what has been doing the rounds from past 15 days or so. Saga Of First Love continues…

The Story Starts:

AAVAM DEEDAR-AE-CHAAND DOOR-DARAAZ SE KABHI KABHAAR FARMAATI HAI

HUMNE APNE CHAAND KA DEEDAR BAAR-BAAR KIYA HAI

MUKAMMAL BAAR KIYA HAI-HAZAAR BAAR KIYA HAI

DAAG AUR SAFEDI KAA BEJOD MEL HAI AASMAAN KAA CHAAND

HUSN KE NAYI IBAARAT LIKHTAA HAI HUMAARA CHAAND

KYUN US DIN HUMNE PARDA NAA UTHAAYA

CHAAND KO DO-NAZAR MUDH KE KYUN NAA DEKHA

VO AAGEN THIN

HUM PEECHE

VO MUDHIN NAA, HUM DOOR SE HI DEKHTE REH GAYE

ISHQ KE MEHAKAME MAIN YE TOH AAM BAAT HAI HUZOOR

HUMNE US DIN JAANA

AASHIKON KE DIL PIGHALTE HAIN

AUR MOHTARMAIYEN USI KO APNI ADAAON SE JHULSAATI HAIN….

                                   (Flashback:5 Years ago)

29^th August 2016:

SO! The boy was slapped hard on his face and the girl was naturally awestruck. Sameer was clueless. It was just another time when his own sub-conscious mind had taken over his thought-process. This had been quite common in the recent days but what happened on 29 was unimaginable. So it was not a thunderstroke-Everyone else was not that affected and they continued with what they had been doing before.

“What’s wrong with you?”Ishita shouted.

 #BANDI NE BANDE KO DEFEND KIYA.COMMITTED THI KYA!” Sameer’s own imagination was not ready to bring him down to the realms of reality! Poor lad.

“Moreon! Are you stupid?”The unknown slapped guy shouted

.#Pyaar kitna bhi tagda ho. Saamne se maar padne vaali ho to phatti toh hai!. Sameer was still clueless!

“Sorry! Sorry! I mistook you for one of my old acquaintance.” Sameer was just about to come to his senses when Ishita realized it was late and they had to depart for the class. Done and dusted!The case was shut for a while when Sameer realized that it was his best opportunity to escape. Never did this tortoise run so fast in his life than he did at this moment. He missed all his classes for that day.

LOL was the moment when Rahul entered the room and he saw Sameer weeping under the pillow.

##All this while a mystery must have been building up to what the college was all about-- Love,Friends and Shit.!

This is what forms the part of the story of Sameer. The college was running in full fledge. Ones who could match the pace with it were supposed to emerge as winners at the end of first sem and others who were indulged in everything except academics could emerge as failures.[Exceptions did exist]. Sameer was busy in his ownself-He was oblivious about his attendance percentages and assignment marks. Out of all the time he used to get in a day the bare minimum was his assignments which he could copy well-in time from others who did study! So just to make it clear this is not SOTY or MOHABAATEIN and the effects of everything which happened in Sameer’s life would be reflected in all other spheres of life.

30^th August 2016:

It was early morning. Rahul was getting ready for his breakfast. Sameer was still asleep. Rahul tried to wake him up several times. For one final last time when he hit him hard on his head-Sameer popped out of his bed.”Dude You are not going to college? You missed the previous day’s lecture as well.”

#When Rahul had come in the room the previous night he saw Sameer crying. He went out for some work. To conclude --he was unaware of the incident which happened the previous day.

Everything came out straight from the heart when Sameer  narrated the incident which happened with him the previous day. With what he ended sounded even more compelling

“Brother! I cannot face her now. I do not fear that boy who would beat me down-What troubles me is her views. I am guilty of what I did. Neither can I express, nor can I keep it inside. Either way it hurts me. I couldn’t control. I don’t know why I did that. What was wrong with me?”

Rahul bursted out into laughter when he listened the fateful account of his friend’s love story. “ Bhai. Sun Just look into this mirror. TBH you are not SRK. Just you see in the eyes of a girl and she is flatterd. Don’t be chape dude. Be steady. Slow and steady wins the race! And to your problem I have a solution. It’s daring and requires courage but bet me this is the best time to try this out. Find a time when she’s alone. Say sorry and try to get a bit more involved. You might receive a complete ignorance from the other side of the line but in all probability since your feelings are true as far as I have realized. You will not be left to your own fate. He will help you!”

#Monologue sounds good at certain points of time and when such sort of conversation builds up between two friends it is a common sight.

#Everyone else in the hostel was unaware of all this. Sameer had withdrawn himself from everyone else. It was only in the words of Rahul that his broken heart found solace.

{Over the time something was shaping up in this otherwise silly-stupid lad. He was not the Sameer who had entered the college. Things were beginning to change. Arijit Singh’s songs were a common in his playlist nowadays. He had become courageous! It was his world which had changed due to someone else even when she was not a part of it}

31^st August 2016:

2:40 p:m:

Hot gusty winds blew with full pace. The scorching heat left no other option but to delay the idea of apology.Sameer knew her schedule and it was the time when her classes got over and if it could be possible to have a chat with her it was the best possible time.

If anytime luck favoured him it was this time. The playground was on the opposite way of her hostel and the way from Sameer’s hostel to Ishita’s  hostel had it in his own way. She passed by the other side of the road. Sameer crossed it-jumped the divider-he was behind him-She couldn’t notice all that. He kept walking. Slow steps full of doubts.

#Imagine. What it feels like talking to a stranger and if the back history had been such ridiculous then it was not done at all.

Sameer shouted {Yet again}-“Ishita. I’m Sorry.” She heard that. Voice was a notch higher than usual decibels.

She turned back “It’s OK!”-she whispered and kept walking ahead. It was only when Sameer gathered all that courage to speak it out-

“I did not mistook him for my old acquintance. I couldn’t bear the sight of you talking with him. This pumped my anger and it was only then did I realize how much I like you. I don’t know you in any way. Just that one moment and on special person who makes you go O-la-La! You are that for me! I won’t trouble you anymore. My own life has become a hell. I want to get out of this mess. This way or that way! I don’t watch romantic movies-These are my own words-I did not pen them down beforehand-This is what has come out now-Out around!”

All that while she was walking! When Sameer finished she turned back and it was when he finished that she stopped! 

#World had come to a pause. Everyone was statued.

She came back and gave him a tight hug. By the time he could realise the significance of this moment-Howling and Claps could  be heard distinctly.!

(Ishita's backstory is still unrevealed)

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Okay! The response has been shaky. Some people accepted the hug with open arms while others couldn’t just digest that stuff!  It has been a good journey so far anyways. Response has been good and this is the post which shall make me unicorn I suppose.{ Exaggarated a bit here! Unicorn is supposed to be billion-dollar company. I am on the verge of getting 1k page views… Help me get there.}

TO VERY FEW READERS OF THIS BLOG:

Keep Reading and Sharing! The Author shall try his best to keep you involved and entertained!

The Story Continues:

SAR PE SAJE HUE TAAJ KO USKI KEEMAT KA MOL KAHAN

USKI SHAAN KI KHIDMAT TO USE PEHNNE VAALA KARTA HAI

AUR USKI MAAN-V-SHAUKAT KO DEKHNE VAALA SAMJHTA HAI

HUMNE BHI US DIN US KHUSHNAMI TAAJ KO DEKHA THAA

SAJ NAA SAJJA

MAGAR NOOR KI MISAAL THAA

KHOOBSOORTI KO NAYA AAYAM AAPNE DIYA

DIL KO VO PAEGAAM AAPKI NAZRON NE DIYA

RUHAANIYAT AUR KAAMAL KA KYA AJAB MEL THAA

NAA KEHKAR BHI SAB KUCH KEH DIYA

YEH MERI SOCH KAA NAZARIYA THAA

YAA SACH KAA NAZAARA

US DIN TO NAHI MAGAR

AAJ PATA CHALA

VAQT NAHI INSAAN GALAT HOTE HAIN

IS BAABAT YEH BHI JAAN LIYA

MARZ VO JISKA ILAAJ KAHAN

TOOTE HUE DIL KO JUDWAAYA JAAYE KAHAN

DEEWANO KO KUCH DOOSRA SOOJHTAA KAHAN

DEEWANGI KI KOI HAD KAHAN…

{Credits:To Be Revealed later}

{FLASHBACK:5 Years ago}

01^st September 2016:

Ishita did not utter a word. Sameer was reluctant as well. Cherry Red like roses were the cheeks of these two lovebirds who had just confessed the truth. He took the lead and asked what she wanted to have? In reply came her  favourites-Brownie and Dark Chocolate shake.

#BANDI COMMITED THI PAR BHOOK KE AAGE LUV-SHUV…

Sameer ordered a cup of tea for himself. All he could manage was a bare minimum 350 rupees and 75% of them were already invested in Ishita’s orders. All the time it took the waiter to bring the order there was complete silence-None of them uttered a word. The process of eating was as involved as it could be-perhaps they followed the scientific principle of staying mum while eating anything. Luckily signs of some conversation showed up at the very outset of Ishita taking out money from her wallet and Sameer persuading her not to pay even for her part-let alone the reality when Ishita paid the complete bill!

“Dude.It’s normal! You don’t have to pay for my expenses from now on! We are good friends-not hitched. We can share the expenses along with our moments! Have Fun. Bbye-I’m getting late for my class”

Ishita stood up from the chair and waved back at Sameer . The jaw-dropping sight of him staring her madly till she disappeared from his sight was not usual. The emotions were intense!

#It was this casuality and cool quotient which had drawn him even more than before. When she hugged him the last night and ran back to her hostel-he was awestruck. Some five people around him came nearer to have a handshake[BANDE KI SETTING HO GYI THI NAA-as it came out of the scene.] He ran even faster.

The door slammed against the wall as he entered the room- KUCH KUCH HOTA HAI tune sounded as melodious to him as it ever could be-just when he realised that it was his phone ringing and he had to pick up that call!

 Guess what-ISHITA it displayed. He calmed himself down-looked into his wall mirror-combed his hairs-Just when he was on the verge of spraying Wild Stone he realised that it was only a phone call and that too a voice call-not meeting in person. The ring stopped. With his lazy arms and dejected head he jumped on to the bed-The second call came-Same person. He picked it up with utmost quickness.

“Everything happened in the heat of the moment. I don’t know you neither do you know about me. It’s your infatuation  which got bigger and bigger with every day. It was just you truthfulness which blew me off-I hope its true. Let’s meet tomorrow-5 p:m: CCD. We won’t chat on any Social platform. And don’t be too happy-I have an active Tinder account. Bye for now.”

These words were enough to calm him down. Sameer could now understand the gravity of the situation and come out of his fantasy world which only portrayed the better side everytime-bitter side was missed out more than often!

It was the next day when he got to meet Ishita for the first time in person. Goosebumps and Butterflies were in abundance-All that was silenced by the meeting which ended in a flash-some 25-30 minutes or so!

Ishita had gone to her class. Sameer had no class that day after 5 p:m:. He went back straight to his hostel. Things were beginning to get normal now. Maybe time spent on her was awarding the desired fruit and her already affirmed place in the garden of his thoughts got even more stronger.

5^th September 2016:

It was late night. The next day Sameer had his exam. It had to be this night which could get him through in any case- his academics was madly and badly struck due to some reasons best known to his heart.

12:06 a:m:

“Could you help me out with this?”The blue messenger came into action. Ishita was the sender and Sameer the recipent. A picture of some weird looking numerical was to be dealt with. Sameer was not in any position to solve it himself. He went straight to the room of that one guy which everyone vouches for during examinations. Sameer was careful enough to show him the picture from gallery of the phone-How Ishita could be revealed to someone else? The intelligent lad was quick to pounce upon that question. He solved it and clicked the pic.

The recipient was pre-decided but it had three of the same name. Sameer sent the solution back with a *LOVE YOU* message at the bottom.{Being normal friends the chats had reached the level of exchanging hearts and love you messages}.

The message was sent to the wrong Ishita and it was only after the exam that he realized this when the previous wrong Ishita came to her while the right Ishita waited for her beside the gate of the hall.

Messages popped up from both of them…. That green looking symbol was flooded with thoughts- from all possible sources!!

TO BE CONTINUED….