[ Series of 3 parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 ]
Like every fresh beginning of any course, I saw many new faces, but this new girl was surprisingly quiet, quite as dead, and never spoke to anybody. She used to sit on her favorite spot at the corner alone. Her face was always pale without any expression.
Like every fresh beginning of any course, I saw many new faces, but this new girl was surprisingly quiet, quite as dead, and never spoke to anybody. She used to sit on her favorite spot at the corner alone. Her face was always pale without any expression.
I kept noticing her for some days. One fine day Prof. Lakshman a.k.a "Prof. Laughatron", cracked a funny joke, which was so hilarious that everybody laughed very hard except her. It made me curious, "what's wrong with her? Why is she so dead inside? Maybe she went through hell in her life. Maybe I should talk to her." Other girls had already made their groups, and nobody noticed her. She was all alone.
I decided to talk to her. And, ask if she could lend me her notebook for one day, as I was absent yesterday.
"Hey! Megha, can I borrow your book for one day? I was absent yesterday (with a nervous smile)". She gave me her notebook without saying a word. I figured maybe I should ask a question which will make her say something, "Well, it's cold in here, isn't it? Would you like to go out to the canteen and have a cup of coffee with me?". She nodded her head up and down slowly. I was disappointed as I wanted to hear her say something.
"Hey! Megha, can I borrow your book for one day? I was absent yesterday (with a nervous smile)". She gave me her notebook without saying a word. I figured maybe I should ask a question which will make her say something, "Well, it's cold in here, isn't it? Would you like to go out to the canteen and have a cup of coffee with me?". She nodded her head up and down slowly. I was disappointed as I wanted to hear her say something.
Well, we went to have the coffee. The entire time I kept on talking to avoid the awkwardness, as I knew she was a shy type and a little weird. I stopped talking when I saw her drink her coffee. She was drinking it like a cute little kitten. I kept looking at her. It was then I noticed how cute she was. I don't know why I felt like holding her softly and kiss her forehead. I wish I could remove all her pain from her life.
The next thing I notice is: I am lying on my bed, and my mom is trying to wake me up. "What the hell just happened?" How am I here? I was in the canteen. I was so curious, I asked my mom, "Maa, why am I in bed? I was in my college", mom laughed and said "just shut-up and get ready for college you drama king."
I was very confused; maybe I was dreaming I convinced myself. "Varun! Your friend Megha is here to go to college with you" said mom. I was both happy & confused, "I will be there in a minute Maa". I got ready real quick, and as soon as I reached the hall, I saw Megha laughing and talking with my mom. I had never seen her smile before. "Wtf? Is my Maa such a good comedian? Even Prof. Laughatron couldn't make her smile a bit, but my Maa made her laugh without even breaking a sweat-thank you Maa, I am proud of you" I said to myself in my mind. And with a blush, I looked at Megha's beautiful eyes and said "Come Megha, we are getting late”, while leaving I saw my Maa smiling and mouthing slowly "She is nice, I like her (with a wink)". It made me think "No wonder Megha Laughed, which Maa says that to her son? Maybe my mom is not possessive at all, or does she love my stupid named sake little brother Vishnu more?”. “Are you thinking something" a sweet voice reached my ear, "OMG, she is talking to me (with a blush)" I responded "yes, I was thinking will go every day together to college, where do you live exactly? And I am glad you found my home”, "I am your neighbor you silly; I live next building" she said with a hypnotizing smile. "Mannnn! She smells so good. I so wanna hold her hand and walk with her" I thought in my mind, and I responded "Oops! My bad! Well, why are you so quiet in class? I mean I feel special today that at least you spoke to me.", I was curious. "That was my past, because of you I can smile again, thank you Varun".......... to be continued in Part 2.
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