31. The conversation

   For next half an hour we were alone in the room. Neither any of the rest three came, nor she moved out of the room. Though, I didn't care much as I was busy with Palak in texts. But, soon I felt the environment a little heavy.
   A pretty girl was sitting alone with me in the room and I was busy in my cell phone. I was being too rude with that girl, I guess. I turned my right to look at the girl again. Her eyes were too stuck in her cell screen. And fingers were on the keypad. I thought not to disturb her. But then, 'may be she was feeling bored' thought came and being a gentle boy I thought to interrupt her. I thought about 'what should I say?' and 'how to start the conversation?' for a little while. I framed many kick start sentences but soon I gave up and decided to keep it simple.
   "Hey... getting bored?" I asked simply. She heard it and her hand fumbled with the cell, as like she was caught red handed doing crime. She looked at me with her deepest eyes. How can't any one not fall into these two oceans? How can someone not jump into these two sea of love? But, I did. I controlled myself and the reason was a girl whom I had never seen.
   "No no... absolutely not. I am okay." she said after a few moments. She was still looking at me and I had started feeling uneasy with that sweet innocent look. I removed my eyes from her and tried looking here and there. At the same time, my cell phone vibrated again and this time I ignored it. I preferred not to be rude any more.
   "So... Exam's over...?" I asked. It reminded me the day when I had asked these two sisters for dinner. That day and this day. Lot's of difference was there. That day I was too noisy and kind of desperate. And today, I was calm and composed and I was feeling like my search for true love was ending. I was more happy today. And the reason was Palak possibly.
   "It was good. Now waiting for the result. Hopefully we will get a good college." she said. It was good that two people had started to talk. And the calmness of air vanished as the talk progressed. Though, we were not talking like old friends but still a lot of information had been exchanged between us.
   From a long but short conversation, I came to know that Shreya and Saumya were twins. Saumya was few seconds elder. They had a younger brother too. Both were the pass out of higher secondary and had given the exams for engineering entrances. Saumya liked engineering but Shreya was forced to do it. And she preferred not to hurt her parents. I felt a little bad for her for a moment. But then, it was okay. She was doing it for her parents.
   I too told many things about myself but yes, I skipped a lot too. Anyway, that was a good night party. We had dinner together and then started the drinks. All the five person were drinking in one room. One by one, I lost the count. It was after a long time I was getting drunk. And that night was the heights of my drinking history. And soon the history repeated itself. We all went in the arms of sleep on the floor itself.
   Wait. Did I tell you that they planned another dinner for me with Shreya next week? That means another unofficial date.
   (Next post next day)

30. What was happening

   I opened the door and there were they. Yes, the two girls were standing there. Saumya and Shreya. I was a little shocked. But yes, there were no signs of any nervousness or increasing heart beat or anything else. I was as normal as before. At the same time, I wondered that why were they here?
   Anyway they came in and directly went into the bedroom where Rajeeve was busy in the laptop. And I entered into the kitchen again.
   "How is the surprise?" I was still a little confused when Sid asked me. I couldn't understand about what he was talking.
   "What surprise? Didn't I tell you that I liked the idea of cooking and having dinner here?" I said.
   "Not that yaar. I am talking about the girls. Didn't you like that they are here?"
   "Oh no. I mean why you called them. We will not be able to have that much fun yaar." Now I was getting somewhat of their plan which I really didn't like. Specifically the girls part. I mean I was not interested in any of the two girls.
   "You really are too dumb yaar. We are going to set you up with Shreya. See, they are going to be with us tonight. You have enough time to impress her." he said. But I didn't want to impress any of them now. He was adding more confusions. What did he mean about tonight. Aren't these girls going home ? Wait, aren't we going home tonight? I asked him to clear my doubts and my doubts were not wrong. The girls were alone tonight as their parents were not in the city. And they were going to be with us tonight. At the same time I got to know that Sid and Saumya loved each other and that's why they didn't have any problem in staying with us. I wondered why Sid hide this fact when I had asked him a week ago. He said sorry and I was okay with it.
   I didn't want to stay though, but after he insisted, I didn't had a choice. I called Dad and told him an excuse. Dad didn't have any problem until it was a matter if education. And I had a lot of occasional excuses.
   "Now go and send Saumya here." Sid said. And I did so.
   I let Palak know about my doings through the text messages. Of course, I skipped the girls part. Why? I don't know. But I was afraid I guess. I was afraid that may be Palak will not like this, I guess. The reasons of my thoughts were unknown.
   I was still busy in my own work.  i.e typing another message for Palak when Rajeeve snapped my cell phone out of no where. I tried to get it back but I was not successful in my doings. He was reading the texts and I was feeling like caught red handed.
   "Hmmm... This is where you are busy from last few weeks? May I know who is this Palak?" finally he asked after reading few texts. There was a 'I know it all smile' on his face.
   "She is just a friend yaar. Now give me the cell." I said.
   "Really. Just a friend? I don't think so."
   "It's up to you to trust me or not. I have said the truth." I said and snapped my cell back successfully this time. He kept teasing me for next few minutes and then went to the kitchen.
   Now I was alone in the room. Wait. I was not alone. She was there. Shreya. The girl with whom I wanted to fall in love some times ago. But now it was a different case altogether.
   I looked at her. She was decently beautiful. Big black eyes, long black hair with some red strips, thin pink lips, decently developed figure and a nice height. She had all of it. Any one could fall for that seventeen year old beautiful girl. Yes, including me if there was not any palak in my life. I had started liking Palak now and there was not any chance for other girl. Wait. What did I say? I like palak? Like really? What is happening to me ? Do I? I mean was I falling in love? But I said I like her only.

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29. Their plan

   "Hey Rohan, where are you these days yaar? You don't even recieve our call?" I heard. I looked to the source of the voice. It was Rajeeve and Sid walking towards me.
   I was in the college canteen that afternoon, busy in my usual work. Texting Palak. As said, I had started maintaining distance from my friends and this time including my best friends Rajeeve and Sid. I was seeing them almost after a week. It's not like I didn't come to college during the week. But, I didn't feel like to meet them.
   "A little busy I was. Nothing much. You say, how's life." I said casually.
   "You are busy or, you are still angry with us for that day? If yes, then again we are sorry yaar. You know, we didn't mean to hurt you." Sid said. And he was right actually. I was really sad for their behavior. And this was the only reason to be far from my best friends.
   "No yaar. I don't even remember that day. I knew you were joking. It's okay." I lied.
   "No, I don't think so. If you have really forgiven us then you have to do one thing for us." Rajeeve said again. I was confused. I was not liking their company at the moment but I didn't want to spoil my mood at the same time.
   "And what's that?" I asked confusingly.
   "You have to come with us on dinner tonight." Sid said.
   "No yaar. Actually..."
   "No. You can't say no now, as you have forgiven us. I will pick you up by 6 in the evening from your place. Sharp." Rajeeve said before I could complete my sentence. Though, I didn't want to go but I had no option. I knew them both very well. Yes, I was angry with them but they said sorry and they were my only best friends after all. So I thought not to strech the one sided cold war.
   Rajeeve picked me up at the same time, 6 o'clock in the evening. We reached Sid's place within fifteen minutes. He was busy in some work when we reached and we had to wait until he was busy.
   "What are you doing yaar Sid? We are getting late." I asked in such a voice that he could hear it in the kitchen.
   "Almost done. Give me just 10 minutes." I heard him saying. I looked at Rajeeve. He was smiling. I couldn't understand why?  I asked him but he didn't answer. He just smiled. There must be something fishy, I thought. And I got up from the bed.
   "What happened?" Rajeeve asked.
   "Nothing." I said and walked towards the kitchen. I wanted to see, what kind of work Sid was doing.
   "Where are you going?" Rajeeve asked again and I ignored him this time. I walked into the kitchen and what I saw just confused me more. It was short of surprising too.
   Sid was mixing some spices and onions and chicken together. If we were going for the dinner outside, then why was he doing it. Or, he is going to cook for us? If yes, then he could have told me. Many points crossed my mind. At the same time I was surprised because if my doubt was true, that is if Sid is going to cook. I never knew how to cook and he was going to do it for us.
   "Kaminey pehle nahi bata sakta tha kya?" I said to him. I was still standing in the middle of the door of kitchen. He turned and gave me a surprised look. And then he smiled.
   "Sorry yaar. Actually we had a plan to go out but I thought to cook for you all and Rajeeve agreed. I was just going to tell you." He said. Anyway, it was a good and happy surprise. I too joined him to help. He had a plan to make 'Biryani' for us and I didn't even have any idea about it. He was from Lukhnow and he knew to cook it very well.
   Anyway, we were still halfway of cooking when the call bell rang. I wondered who it can be. I shouted for Rajeeve to open it but he didn't respond. So, I had to go to check the visitor.
   (Next post, next day)

28. Strange kind of feeling

   It's been almost a week since we started chatting through text messages. Slowly, I had started liking her. I started waiting for her messages and if due to any problem she didn't reply or didn't message, I felt restless. I liked every letter she wrote. She had a good writing sense. I liked every word she wrote. She used to mix humor and emotions in her words very well. She showed care for me. Have I eaten any thing or not? How I am? If I am not well then have I took the medicine or not? She used to ask me such questions. She used to force me to do these things if I have not done. Even she had started forcing me to the study well.
   "It's been a long time we are texting each other. And believe me, I love our conversation every time. But now, I want to hear you. I want to hear your voice." I sent this text message one good night. Though, I wanted to see her and meet her too. But couldn't ask for that. She didn't reply. I waited and waited for next few minutes. But she just didn't. Did I do any mistake asking for a voice call? Was I too early asking for it? These questions started bothering me suddenly. I started cursing myself for sending the message. But then, I was not too unlucky, I guess. Suddenly my phone started ringing and a smile ran over my lips unknowingly when I saw the flashing number on the screen. It was Palak's.
   "Hi..." I waited for sometime and then recieved the call. I don't know why, but my heart started beating at an enormous speed when I received the call. And I started feeling nervous a little.
   "So..." I heard. And believe me, you could have fallen in love with that voice. Such a beautiful voice she had. It felt like, someone had poured a lot of sweets in my ears. Too soft and musical voice she had. Yes, I was no different. I too felt like falling for that voice. I too wanted to hear it more. Again and again.
   "So what..?" I said presently.
   "Had your dinner?" She asked. I wondered, why she asked the question when I just had messaged her that I did my dinner.
   "Yes, And you?" Still I answered her question. I was like running out of words. No questions were coming into my mind. No topics to discuss. But I wanted to hear her more and more.
   "Me too. Okay bye. Talk to you later." suddenly she said and ended the call before I could say anything else. I wondered, why? I felt a little disappointed. Anyway, I wanted to hear her voice and I did hear it.
   The first voice talk contained nothing. It was too short a call. But still it was special. It was so special that still I remember every bit of it. Wait. I recalled the sweetness of her voice and suddenly clicked something inside my so called unconscious mind. I have had heard the voice before, I thought. Where? I didn't remember. I thought but it didn't clicked again.
   "Thanks. Your voice is too sweet." I texted her. And soon a message from her flashed on my cell screen, as she was just waiting for my text to arrive. She thanked me for the complement. And the text chat went for another half an hour before we got off to sleep.
   Now, again few changes occurred in my life. Again I had started maintaining distances from my friends. Again I had cut myself from my social life. Me and my cell phone were the best buddies now. Every time I used to stick my eyes to my cell phone and text Palak. We called each other sometimes but still, voice calls used to be very short. We preferred to text each other.
   Something was happening to me. Something very unusual. Now I was a little more conscious about my looks while going out. I was more careful while talking to that girl. I was much more careful in choosing my words while typing a message to her. I don't know what it was, but I was liking it for sure. Strange kind of feeling it was.

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27. That unknown girl

   When I woke up next morning and checked my cell phone, there were three unread messages. Again these were the nonsense messages from the same unknown number. I got furious and thought to call on the number and abuse the user. I did call. But unfortunately or fortunately, no one picked up. I did some more rings. And every time, the same result followed. I typed a long message full of wrong words but again unfortunately or fortunately I didn't press the send button somehow. I kept the phone back on to it's place and went to take a bath.
   The later part of the day went without any text from the same number. I went to gym. I went to college. I went for extra classes. I did everything as usual. By the time I had forgotten about the messages too. And so, I didn't ask to any of the friends about the same.
   But I got a message again. From the same number.
   "Hey... you don't want to talk to me kya??" I read the message. There were two sad smilies at the end. I was being too rude, I guess. I thought to reply this time.
   "I will talk. But I have a condition. You have to tell me who you are. And how do you know me..??" I typed and sent the message. I waited for the reply this time. Why? Still I don't know. But I waited.
   She replied but she took a little time this time. Yes, she was a girl as I got to know from the text she sent me.
   "I am Palak and I know you from last five years. How? I will tell you later." That's it. This was the text I got in reply. I read it again. And I recalled my past. I didn't know any one named Palak.
   "Really? You are Palak? But I don't know any Palak. And from where you got my number?" I asked so many questions in one message. Though, I wanted to ask few more but 160 characters limit didn't allow me to include few more.
   "You asked who I am and I answered your question. Now it's up to you to believe it or not. If you do believe then only reply me back. Thanks. Good night." she replied and I read it.
   I just couldn't think what should I do for the moment. Should I trust or not? Should I just continue with the text or not? A part of mind was saying to not to trust. And at the same time my heart wanted to believe every letter written by that unknown girl. I don't know why it was. I don't know what was making me think so much. After all it was just few texts from an unknown number. May be it was my loneliness making me think that much. May be it was the emptiness or may be it was the desperation. And may be it was those few words written in those few texts which were written with so much of care and love.
   I had trusted many people in life who were known to me. And sometimes they have hurt me. But I don't know why, I wanted to believe this girl named Palak.
And I did. I did text her. And then it started. The conversation between two strangers. Though, only she was stranger for me and not vice versa, as she said she knew me. She said she will tell me some day that how she knew me. And I didn't ask her about this matter any more.
   I liked talking to her. I liked typing for her and reading what she wrote. Soon she knew almost everything about me and vice versa. You can say that we were no more strangers now. We knew each others now. We were friends now. And I liked this new female friend of mine.

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26. May be a prank

   "We are sorry Rohan. Really. We were just joking. Sid will do something soon. Don't worry." I heard this. I turned back. Rajeeve and Sid were standing with their serious face. I was angry with them but not that much so that I could not forgive. They said sorry and it was enough for me. I forgave them.
   I tried controlling my emotions. I left the love part on destiny. It was difficult but I shifted my attention. I started attending classes. I joined two extra classes. I started going to the gym to kill time. And when I got some free time, I wrote. Still, in the lonely time I felt hurt. Almost one week had passed when I changed my routine. I was quite used to it now. But then,  one day something happened.
   It was around eleven at night. I just had my dinner with dad and was about to sleep when my cell phone started vibrating. I checked it. There was one unread message from an unknown number. It was just a normal good night message. I didn't care and put my cell phone beside my pillow and rested my head on that white colored pillow. But very soon, my phone vibrated again. I checked and found a different good night messages from the same unknown number. Still I didn't got much bothered. But the messages continued to come one after another. It was frustrating now. So I thought to call the person and give him/ her a full dose of gyaan. But as soon as it rang on the other side, someone cut the call. I called again but again the same result followed.
   "Who is this?" Lastly I typed this short message and sent that onto that unknown number.
   Soon my cell phone flashed once again. This was another text message from the same number. I opened it.
   "Just another well wisher of your's. May be I am not so important for you, but you are important for well wishers like me." I read the message twice. What the heck was this? Who was this? May be one of my friend trying to play some prank on me, I thought. And the thought had a point. I too had done this before. But who? I got an idea to know the answer.
   "I got you. So stop playing prank on me. Okay. Go and find other guy." I typed and sent, assuming that this was one of my friend on the other side.
   "Oh really? You know who I am? But I bet. You don't actually. I am not your friend yet. But yes I want to be friend with you." I got the reply within next few minutes. As the person didn't have any work other than texting me. But I had. I had to get some sleep. So I ignored the message and put the cell aside. Tomorrow, I will find it out who was messaging me, I thought. And soon I dozed off.
   Before completely going into the arms of sleep, I thought about my life, I thought about the accident which had happened when I was just a kid. I thought about my mother who left me alone when I was a kid. I thought about my dad who took care of me like a mother. I thought about school days and the day when I got drunk for the first time. I thought about my friends. I thought about my life. I thought about the emptiness of life. And then, I thought about Shreya. It was all okay till then. But suddenly, every thing reminded me of a very sweet and cute girl. My first crush or may be that was my first love. Yes, I thought about Anjali. The first girl who kissed me on the cheek. I smiled and at the same time I was amazed on my own sequence of thoughts. And the sleep took me in it's arms for next 9 hours.

Story continues......

25. Desperation Increases

   The very next day, I was at Sid's place again. He introduced us for the first time. As the last two times our meetings was kind of ignored. Elder was shaumya and younger was shreya. Both were equally cute and beautiful.
   "Hey guys, why don't we four go for a lunch some day? What say...?" I said after talking for a while. It was too early to ask something like this but you know, I was a fool then. More than a fool, I was desperate then.
   Sid pinched me hard when I said this.
   "We can't go out." I heard this. Still that hard pinch was hurting me. It was saumya, the elder one.
   "Why?" I couldn't held back.
   "We have exams ahead. And we have to study for that." she said again. She had a point.
   "Yes. Yes. They have exams ahead. And they have to study Rohan. We will go some other time." Sid said as he have got the point to step back. He looked at me and smiled as he have won the bet against me.
   "No problem. We will go some other time." I said.
   We talked for few more minutes and I got out of the place as they continued the study.
   I waited for one week. And throughout the week I thought about those two girls, Saumya and Shreya. Yes, I thought about both of them. Though, I liked the elder one more but still I thought about both. I was a little confused.
   I kept asking Sid about exams and he told me that it's still going on.
   "Why are you behaving like a despo Rohan?" one day he asked when we were sitting in the college canteen. Rajeeve too was with us.
   "Desperate for what? Getting laid? Like really Rohan?" Rajeeve said and I hit him on his shoulder.
   "He wants to meet my students over lunch so that he can fall in love with her. True love." Sid said and Rajeeve looked at me in a very serious node. Like he couldn't believe what Sid said. And then suddenly started laughing like he has heard the biggest joke of the millennium.
   I felt bad. I felt embarrassed. I was serious and they were making fun of my emotions. I didn't say anything. And walked away from them. It hurt me. Was I really behaving like a despo? I just wanted love in my life. And I didn't want anything wrong. Then why were they making fun of me? Just because I have been a flirt few weeks ago? Just because I have had many dates with different girls in my past? Many questions were going through my mind. What was wrong if I liked that girl? What was wrong if I wanted to go out with her and spend time with her and understand her? I couldn't understand it. It all looked too complicated.
   I looked down to distract my mind. There were buses and taxis and cars were running without caring about my situation. The crowed was doing their own work without bothering about me. Few people were talking but I was not the center of their conversation. I was almost no one. I was not such important to be the attraction. Why would they care then? Even my friends were not caring about me? The crowed was no one to me. May be I was not able to show up my emotions in a right manner. May be I had a bad image. May be I was behaving desperately. But they were my friends. And they couldn't understand me.
   I just wanted love to fill my life. I just wanted to be loved. I just wanted to love some one beyond the limits. I just wanted to be loved beyond the limits. I didn't want to play with hearts. I just wanted love. Pure love.
   (Next post, Next day)

24. Desperation build up

   I couldn't forget this girl unlike other girls in my life. I wanted to see her. I just wanted to look at her face and get lost in her. This very reason again forced me to visit Sid again.
   It was around five in the evening when I reached his flat. I didn't have to press the call bell as the door was wide open. He was sitting on a chair then. And the two girls were sitting there with books and copies. He was looking a little serious while teaching both of them. He was trying to make them understand some principles of physics as I could understand that. I walked up to him without making any sound. One of the girl saw me and I gestured her to keep quite.
   "Hello sir. Can I too be one of your students...?" I asked and smile.
   He looked upward towards me. And smiled. He asked me to sit. And I took my place over one of the corner of that bed. He continued teaching that principle for next few minutes, gave them a few instructions and asked them to leave.
   "They don't study yar. Every day they come up with unfinished home works and I have to waste my time to do their home works. I will stop teaching them. Otherwise, I will be blamed for their poor marks one day." Sid said as they left and he closed the door.
   "Leave it and answer my question first."
   "What?"
   "I want to fall in love and you are going to help me. True love." I said. Today when I remember it, I laugh on myself. How could I say this? I mean it was just stupid what I said.
   "What...?" I heard his confused voice. I repeated my words again and this time in much clearer way.
   "Are you nuts? Love is not something which you can force to happen. It just happens buddy. It is not like a thing that if you want then you can buy. It's like a feeling yaar which just come by itself." First he laughed on my words and then said. I knew it. Nothing new I was hearing.
   " I know it yaar. But I feel to empty these days. I feel like something is missing in my life. I thought and I got the answer. It is love what's missing. So I want to fall in love now. Like real." Now I know that I was speaking too stupid that day. Sid heard me and laughed again. He touched my hand and head. Just make sure that I was alright.
   "First tell me, are you okay or not? I mean you, who was going on a date twice a week with different girl few weeks ago, wants a true love? I mean, really? I can't believe it?" He was a little serious now.
   "Yes dude. Like really. I am fed up of those sitty girls and casual kisses. Now I want to be in a true relationship. I want to love someone like crazy as they show up in the movies. And at the same time, I want to be loved the same way." I was too serious about it. You must be thinking that I was crazy.
   "That means, the emraan hashmi of our batch wants to go vegetarian now. Good. Tell me how can I help you?" he gave up finally.
   I asked him about his students. I asked him about the elder one. And his reaction was like furious this time. Like 'are you mad?'. Like 'she is too young for you?'. And many more. Though, I too had nothing like love for that girl but I found her cute. I found her different from others in first look.
   "Wait. Are you in a relationship with her..? If yes, then okay. No problem. I am sorry." it clicked me after seeing his reaction. But then he denied.
   "I will introduce her to you next time. But again I will tell you, this is not how we fall in love." he said as if he was a degree holder in this subject. I told him to relax. I told him not to worry.
   You must be wondering about what kind of a person I used to be in my college. But then, this is how my story started. This was actually me. A little private and a little public. I little wise and a little fool. A little crazy and a little mad.
    (Next day next post)

23. The birthday.

   Rajeeve was too happy to see me as I was out of the home after very long week. We both bought a cake from the nearby cake shop and soon we were knocking the door of Sidharth.
   Sidharth saw us and an smile ran over a sad face. He welcomed us into his small room as we wished him happy birthday.
   "What a surprise guys. I thought you were not coming." Sid said as we settled on the only bed available in that room.
   "I know how it feels when you are alone on your birthday friend. So we took the cake and came over. Any problem ?" I said as I looked into the room.
   There was nothing except the bed, a study table and a rack full of books. A kitchen and a washroom were attached.
   "No. Not at all. I am happy that you two came. Or my birthday would have been worse this year. Thanks for coming friends." He said and I could see the happiness on his face. Finally he was looking like a birthday boy.
   "So what you did all afternoon?" Rajeev asked him.
   "Nothing. In the morning I went to Hanumaan Temple, And then I went for a movie. And after that I am here." he said. "wait. I have prasad for you both." he got us the prasad and we had it.
   "Let's cut the cake first, then we will go out for a dinner. Okay. Or someone else is coming too? If yes then we can wait." Rajeev said. I looked at the watch. It was around seven in the evening. Enough time we had to celebrate a birthday.
   "No one is coming. Yes, I can call my neighbours if you want."
   "If they are girls then you can call them but if they are old people, then we are enough to give you the birthday bums." Rajeeve said in such a serious tone that we couldn't resist our laughter.
   "They are our juniors. I teach both of them. Okay. So mind it when they come. Or, I won't call them." Sid said. Rajeeve agreed and Sid went out of the room to call his students. In the mean time we emptied the study table, placed that in the middle of the room and decorated it whatever very less materials we had. We lit the candles around the table and placed the cake in the middle of the rectangular place. Honestly saying, this was the simplest birthday I was attending. And still I liked it the most.
   As we finished doing it, Sid came back. He said that the girls are coming in few minutes. A kid was also coming, as Sid told us. I never had a problem with anyone and this time Rajeeve too didn't have any issue.
   Not more than five minutes had passed when two girls and a five year old entered the room. I looked at them. They looked like sisters. And both were amazingly beautiful and cute. Must have been 17 and 18 by age. One had worn a purple top and a black jeans while the elder one was wearing a white skirt and a black top. I couldn't remove my eyes even for a moment from the face of the girl in skirt. Fair like milk and beautiful like a princess. Is this the girl I am looking for, I thought. A smile ran on my lips on my own thought.
   Sid cut the cake and distributed it between us. I was still looking at that girl. After the cake cutting ceremony, girls went out and we too headed for the dinner. But still I was only thinking about that girl. May be it was attraction. May be it was lust. But I liked it. Still I was very far from understanding the meaning of love. I wanted to discover love now. And unknowingly, that was the girl I thought while thinking about love.
    (Next part, next day)

22. Lost interest

   Though, I was enjoying my life. I had a new date with different girl every second week. I had few good friends to hang out with. I had my dad with me always. But still, something was missing. Something very important. Sometimes, I felt too empty. Sometimes, I felt like alone, though many people were there with me.
   I felt jealous when I saw any of my friend too much in love with someone. I felt sad for myself when I saw an actor and an actress holding each other's hand in any movie.
   I wanted to fall in love now. Like really. Like madly in love with a sweet and cute girl. Like desperately in love I wanted to fall. But no one interested me like that. Yes, I liked a few and tried to love them too. But couldn't. I spent a lot of time with few girls but still I couldn't fall in love with any one of them.
    I had kissed many girls during my first year of college. Sometimes in the corner of a park or in the corner seat of an empty multiplex. Sometimes in an empty classroom and sometimes in an empty street. But now I had lost interest in kissing them. I had lost interest in every girl I dated. All looked fake to me. All looked selfish to me who came to me just when they needed.They came and shared their grieve with me but never asked anything about me. They knew my bad habits but they never tried to change it as no one cared.
   Yes, I wanted a change in my life. I wanted a beautiful change in my life. I stopped going out. Even I stopped going out with any of my friends. I started spending my time alone. Locked in my room. Watching my movies and wishing and praying to god to give me a different life now. During those few months of my second year I discovered an 'Author' in me. I wrote many things. I wrote what my life was and I wrote what my life should be in near future. I wrote poetries and songs too and started posting them on a blog. I liked blogging. It was during those days when I wrote the first draft of my first novel. It was about how I wanted my love life to happen. Though, no one read that draft and it's still somewhere in the 'my documents' folder of my computer.
   "Hey Rohan... Can you come today? It's my birthday." Sidharth called one day. During that period I attended the parties very less. And very less friends were in my contact. Of course Rajeeve was there and he often visited me.
   "Sorry Rahul. Actually I have some work. I can't come.' I lied as I was totally free. I didn't feel to attend yet another noisy party.
   "Oh. Actually I was alone on my birthday. And you know that I have not many friends. So I thought to call you and Rajeeve to spend some time with.' He said. I could feel the disappointment in his voice. As to introduce Sidharth, I can tell you that he was a very unique kind of person. He was too honest and a very good friend. But, as he participated very less in other guy's non senses, he didn't have that much of close friends. And he had these quality may be because he was a small town boy and was living in a small flat alone.
   I thought for some minutes after ending the call with Sid and called Rajeeve. I asked him to get ready. Got myself ready and took my bike out. Yes, I owned a bike now which my dad gifted me on my last birthday. Soon I was running to Rajeeve's home from where we were to go to Sid's place.
     (Next part soon)

21. The guilt of the kiss.

   Many first date with many first girl followed. And all the first date soon became the last one. Though, Taneesha was still in my head. She was like a fresh air occupying a certain part of my head. Every time I went on a date with a girl, I compared her with Taneesha. And everytime the same result happened. I found Taneesha far better than them. But unfortunately, she was already in a relationship and this fact always hurt me. I wished for her break up many times. But god didn't want to be rude to her, I guess. My wishings didn't come true.
   It was during one of my dates when I was with just another girl in a coffee shop. Around 12 noon, it must have been. I saw her. Yes, I saw Taneesha with a boy. I gave a look at her and then to that boy. He was holding her hand. It was enough to make me jealous and furious at the same time. Though I had stopped thinking much about Taneesha by the time. She was just a girl with whom I danced. But right now, I felt to punch that boy and get some teeth out. And I could have done it probably if I had not come out of the coffee shop with my date.
   "What happened?" She asked me when I got her out of the coffee shop without letting her complete her coffee.
   "I have some better plan than this boring coffee shop. Of you don't mind." I said.
   "And what's that."
   "As you said, you love watching movie and have not got the chance to go to any multiplex from last two weeks. I am thinking to take you there." I said. Her name was Niti if I am not missing this. She just had broken up from her last relationship. As we met in a common friend's, and shared her grief, I asked her for a coffee so that she could feel better. And we were here.
   "Let's go na. You will enjoy it." I said again and she agreed. We took an auto and then metro to reach that multiplex in North Delhi. Still Taneesha and her boyfriend's face was troubling somewhere in my mind. So, I tried to concentrate on the movie.
   It was a pretty boring movie. And in the whole multiplex, there were only few people. Mostly couple in every corner you can say. In other words you can say that they were there just to spend some private moments with their loved ones. They didn't bother for the what Rajpal Yadav and Tushar kapoor were doing on the screen. Only the four eyes were on the screen and that was ours.
   I removed my eyes from the screen and looked at Niti. She was crying silently I guess as I saw few traces of tears on her cheek. For the first time someone was crying in a Rajpal yadav movie. Though, the movie was not the reason of her tears possibly.
   "Are you okay...?" I asked her. She heard it and looked at me. And tried to wipe out the tears with the help of the hanky.
   "Yes. I am okay. It just reminded me something."
   "You can share it with me. You will feel better." I said and after my request she told me more about her past love. She told me that how much she loved that boy and that boy never did. He just used her and dumped her. I felt so sorry for her. I put my hand around her shoulder to comfort her. And I kept looking in her eyes just to let her feel that I am listening to her. But it had another effect on her.
   Soon we were close enough to feel the warmth of each others breathe. We moved firward and our lips met. Yes, we kissed. My first kiss. I kissed her for the first time in life. And believe me, it was too good. She tasted like melting chocolate. Though, the kiss was not long but it was good. But then, soon I started feeling guilty of kissing her. We didn't speak to each othe throughout the movie because of the embarrasment. I was no more thinking about that Taneesha. Just the guilt of kissing the girl beside me was all over my head.
   We were walking on the streets of Delhi together but no one shared a word from the moment we kissed.
   (Next part, read next)

20. She didn't remember me.

   "Hey... hi..." I tried to attract the attention if that girl. At the same time I was trying to control my excitement. The girl for whom I was searching, was right in front of me.
   "Hi...." she responded but I felt like she doesn't remember me. She was looking confused as I was continuously staring at her. In a hope that she remembers me. But no, she couldn't recall me. Rajeeve gave me a 'how do you know her' look and same question I had.
   "He is my friend Rohan. And Rohan, she is Taneesha." Rajeeve took charge of the situation and introduced us to each other. Taneesha. Nice name. I repeated it in my mind. Wait! Rajeeve even knew her name. How? Answer was not present.
   "We have met before this too, right Rohan? Where? I am not getting?" Girl said and I exclaimed. At least she remembers me. At least I am in the traces of her memory.
  "Yes. We met in the fresher party night. You were drunk and we danced together. Even we got drunk together." I remembered it and so I told. Now Rajeeve had a different look like 'this is the girl you were talking about? I know her for long.' But I didn't care now. All my concentration was on that girl only.
   "Really. We got drunk and danced together?"
   "Yes. Of course we did. Don't you remember?"
   "No. I don't remember anything. Please tell me what else I did? Don't tell me that I kissed you." she was still confused.
   "No. Not at all. I was not that lucky that night. But lucky enough to have a pleasure of dancing with a pretty girl. Thank you for that." I said.
    "Oh. Then it's okay. Anyway, I have a class to attend. So dee you guys later." She said in a relaxed tone and walked away from us. I kept looking at her as she vanished from my eyesight. And I turned my attention to Rajeeve. He was wearing a look like 'wow!', like 'really?'.
   "You arsehole. You were talking about this girl through out the week? I mean, really? Do you know who is she? She us our senior dude. You can't even think about her now." finally he said what he wanted to. And the word 'senior' stuck me. She doesn't look like a senior anyway. She is too cute to be my senior, I thought.
   "What? She is a senior? I can't believe you." Still I was like 'it's not possible' trauma.
   "Yes. She is. She is one class senior to us, in mechanical department. And for your kind infirmation, she is already in a relationship. So forget her and move on with other girls." He almost broke my heart. The two shock at once was hard to handle. Even if it was only the senior thing, I could have managed with it. I had seen many a couple in which girls are older than the boys. There are many examples of such couples. But then, it was hard to accept that she was in a relationship. I couldn't take it. I felt like broken into pieces.
   I stopped coming to college. Though, It went for only few days but I did it. I lockef myself for three days. I was feeling like I have been ditched by my love. Though, this was totally not a case. I didn't even knew her well. Just few hours together. That too when she was drunk enough to forget everything very next morning.
   Anyway, it took me whole week to get back to college in a normal state. Still, I tried not to show up to any if my seniors.
   (Read next part, next day)

19. The girl with moustach

   The very next day we were attending the lecture. Though, it was a boring one, still I kept myself seated in the class. I searched whole the class during the lecture but I couldn't find her. I attended every lecture for next five days one after another. Just to get the trace of that girl. But I couldn't. Even I wasted my time in the other subjects lecture too other than mine. But the same thing happened again and again. Dissapointed I was. I knew that it will be tough to find her out but then, never thought that it will be this tough. I was not getting how to find that girl. I wished that I knew her name at least. I cursed myself for not asking her even I had plenty of chances to do so. I was so a dumb person.
   "What special that girl had yar that you are so despo about her? No, no, seriously. Does she have three eyes or, she had it bigger? What? There are so many girls in our batch, and most of them are pretty enough. Try them buddy. Get a life." Rajeeve said. We were sitting in the college canteen after attending yet another boring lecture. Though, he was not kind of a lecture addict, still he had to attend to because of me. And he quite didn't like it.
   "Shut up you asshole. Can't you think other than the figure of the girl? Come out of that bed thing yar."
   "Does that mean I have to attend more lectures? Shit man. I would rather kiss that girl with moustach than to attend lectures."
   "Okay then, best of luck with her. I am going. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you kissed her. Not even to your bed partener." I said and walked out of the canteen. I walked towards the class. This was the last hope. I was going to attend the computer science lecture today. If I don't find her today, I would lose her then, before even getting her. I stepped into the class from back door and had a seat with pounding heart. And kept looking at every going and coming girl. And soon after the class ended, I was standing right before the class room. Soon every girl was out and no one even similar to that mystery girl I found. I walked back to the canteen with disappointed heart.
   I saw Rajeeve talking to a girl as I entered the canteen again. Definitely it was not the girl with moustach. I could see her profile face from where I was. That face looked very familiar. She was someone I knew. I thought and soon it clicked. I got excited. I rushed to confirm my doubt. Yes, it was right. I could see her full face now. This was it. She was right there in front of me. The same girl I have been looking for from last one week. The girl I danced with in party. The girl with whom I got drunk. She was even more beautiful and cuter than she looked last night. The girl with a mole on her lips. Wow!That means I found her. I got more excitement and in that excited moment a question popped up, just like when you use internet explorer. How come Rajeeve know this girl? And if he knows her, why didn't he told me so? The answers were with Rajeeve so I walked to the place where Rajeeve and that girl were talking.
   ( How did Rajeeve know that girl? Read next.)

18. That unknown room

   Next time when I opened up my eyes, I found myself on a very cozy bed. I felt a little pain in my head and then I remembered my last night and the drinking session. And then, that sweet and super hot girl. And the crazy moves of that girl. Shit. I couldn't even ask the name of that girl. Anyway, I was going to find her out the very next day in college. She looked like a fresher. I will anyhow find that girl, I promised to myself.
   But before that, I had to find where I was? No, this was neither my room, nor Rajeeve's. Then was I? Wait. Did that girl got me here? And this was her room and I was here with her? Amazing it is, if it is so. I don't have to look for her anywhere else then. But soon I found something very unusual on the bed, which almost took my brain away. I couldn't understand what happened last night. No. No way. It can't be. I mean, no. I threw away that smallest piece of female garment away which I found inside my blanket. And almost jumped out of the bed. I was totally covered in my dress. I felt a little relaxed then. But the question now was, who's dress was there in my blanket and what was it doing there. It clearly meant that a girl was there. Was it really the same girl I danced with last night. No. I can't believe it.
   I almost ram away from that room and entered other room, only to get shocked yet another time. There was a couple lying on the bed. Yes there was a girl and a boy in the same blanket. I didn't waste my time to watch them and turned back to where I was a few moments ago. But soon I had to walk to that room again and this time I was swift. I didn't have any intention to watch them sleeping but I wanted to clear two of my confusion. First one was, I wanted to confirm that the girl sleeping out there is not the one with whom I danced lady night. And the second that, it was Rajeeve there with that girl.
   I moved to that end of the bed with ultimate care and mounting heartbeat. Yes, my heartbeat was not normal. Just one possibility of the presence of that girl was enough to break me into pieces. I slowly peeped and I saw the face. It was Rajeeve but I still couldn't see the girl. The girls face was almost digging the neck of Rajeeve. So close were they. What if this was the same girl? No. I started feeling more restless. I just wanted to see that girl's face. I was praying that it was not her. Finally she turned a little and I took a breathe of relax. It was not she. She was some other girl in the arms if Rajeeve. Lucky bastard he was. But I was more lucky than him right now. Now I had a task waiting. The task to find out the girl.
   Later when they got up, I found that I was totally out of sense when Rajeev and Tina got me here. We were on Tina's house and this was the same girl about whom Rajeeve had told me sometime back. They were in a relationship from last one months. Tina was doing her engineering from the same college as ours. Rajeev was a little faster I guess. Just one month in relationship and the girl was in bed with him. Lucky bastard. I could have taken whole my life to reach that stage, I thought. But then, I was yet to be in a relationship. Who knows what will happen? I know it now, what happened.
Continues........

17. The fresher's night

   Nothing interesting happened during next two years. Study, exams and school. No alcohal and no girls. But then, I was just one step away from the warehouse of knowledge, the college. Just one entrance exam away. My dad wanted me to clear IIT and I wanted to clear it for him. Though, other entrances were too on the list.
   Results were out and I couldn't clear IIT. Dad was not happy at all and so was I. Not happy. For a while I decided not to join engineering even if I clear some other entrance but then AIEEE happened and I was placed inside the first 500. I got myself a seat in one of the best technical college after IIT in delhi itself. Dad was happy again.
   I was a little afraid on the first day of college. Afraid of ragging. But then, after a college boy hanged himself after got insulted in ragging and It was totally banned. I was lucky this time. Thanks yo that dead boy. May his soul rest in piece.
   Anyway, college was big and so was the number of students. I attended the first class and I felt like grown up for the first time. No school uniforms were there. We could wear whatever we wanted. No prayers to attend and yes, better opportunities to bunk classes. But at the same time there were disadvantages too. Now no more school girls in school uniform was around. Though, many hot chicks were there to give comfort to our eyes. Some in traditional and some in western dress. And very few in hots. I liked them all. I liked them from a distance as I didn't get any chance to be with them. Still, I had only friend Rajeev. Yes, he too was in the same college.
   It was the fresher's night when it all started. There was a party for us, organized by the seniors. And many programs were performed by our seniors, just for us. Though, many from us too were participating, I was in the other side. On the side of viewers.
   "Want to have some drink?" Rajeeve almost shouted in my ears. We were on the dance floor and a rocking number was getting played. Though, I was not dancing actually. I was just looking at the moves of hot chicks, senior girls included.
   "No. I am okay..."
   "What yaar, today is our night. C'mon... lets do it. I am getting it for you." He said and moved to the corner where they were serving the drinks. It was a long time I got drunk. So, I didn't stop him. I will go and sleep at Rajeeve's place tonight, I thought. And dad will never know it, I smiled on my own.wit.
   "Hey handsome... can I have the pleasure to dance with you." I heard it between the noise of bollywood number. I looked at her. Of course she was a girl yaar and she said I was handsome. Wow! She was beautiful and a little drunk. Girls look more beautiful and sexy after they get drunk, I bet. So there was she. A drunken beauty, asking me to dance with her. This was the first time so I immediately held her hand and jumped on the dance floor. Though, I knew nothing about dance but who cared. Everyone was jumping around on the beats and I joined them. I was already feeling ten peg down without even drinking. The reason was that girl, the super cute girl who was drunk.
   It was getting tired so I asked her to get off the floor and we were soon sitting a little away from the noise, where we could hear the voices without shouting.
   "It was amazing, isn't it?" I started the conversation after a little rest.
   "Yes. My legs are still moving." She said. I realized that her voice too was sweet. "Let's go again." she said again and held my hand and tried to pull me. Though, me too wanted to dance more with that girl but my legs were hurting. I thought for a moment, any boy will be ready to dance with her, no I won't let it happen. I will dance again after some drink. Alcohal kills pain, I have heard it somewhere. And I dragged her to the drink counter.
    One, two, three and four. I lost the count. And so did that supercute girl alongwith me. Soon I was flying in the air. And we were dancing with a drink. The music stopped coming to my ear but my legs were not tired now. I lost my sense and still, I was dancing. My eyes were closed and I could still see that girl dancing with me. And I don't remember what happened next. I lost my sense totally.
     (Next post, next day)

16. That last goodbye

   It's been already a week since I met Anjali. The day when I said that I love her. It hurt for whole one day that she made fun of my feelings. For almost 24 hours, I kept thinking that why did she do it when my feelings are true. Can't she see it. I truely love her and she doesn't even care. But after I slept and got up again, nothing was there. I mean not that pain and all that. Yes, I felt dissapointed for next two more days. But I was more than okay now. However, I still was not willing to meet Anjali again. May be I was afraid. And then it happened.
   On monday evening, exactly after a week I saw her last, she bumped into my house. And then to my room somehow. I was busy reading a book then. It was a story book collection by a famous indian writer.
   "May I come in sir..." I heard the sweet voice and I looked out of the book. It was she. Anjali. Standing on the door in the same school dress, a white shirt and a skirt of same color.
   "Hey... hi... come in." I was cought. I didn't want to face her and she was right there. No escape this time. At the back of my mind I realized that, my heart was racing again in some competition. Alone.
   "Whats up..." she asked as she walked in and sat on my bed, without even asking for the permission. I didn't mind though.
   "Not much... was trying to read this book."
   "Oh... that means I disturbed you. I am sorry."
   "No no... not at all. I was just killing my time. And don't say sorry. At least to me."
   "You didn't met me last week and today too. So I just thought to visit you." she said.
   You are actually meeting me you dumbo, I thought. Then we talked about many things for next 20 minutes..My books, my t.v  shows and yes, my games were the center of the topic. I was happy anyway. More happy because she was not talking about that episode last week. But then, it happened. She asked and I found myself clean bold again.
   "Can I ask you something ?" she said, trying to look into my eyes. And I had to look other way.
   " You have all the rights to. Tell me."
   " Do you really mean what you said last monday ? I mean really... you love me.? " She asked in a serious tone. And it forced me to think. I thought and couldn't get a crystal clear answer. But still I said it that I meant what I said. May be it was a half lie but I did say it. And I tried not to look at her. There came the surprise. I felt her lips on my cheeck for a fraction of second. And then I saw her almost running out of my room. By the time I realized that it was a kiss, she was no where in my eyesight. And I was still taking my time to believe it. A super cute girl whom I was claiming to love, just kissed me. Really hard to believe.
   Anyway, next few days were awesome. I met her and we talked for hours now. Sometimes I touched her and sometimes we walked, holding each others hand. Again I started to feel that I really love her. The true love it was. And then one day my dad got back to take me back after my results. Yes, my results were out and I had scored 83%. Good enough. And I had to depart. I had to leave that sweet little town for anonymous time. I promised Anjali that I will come back. I promised that I will always love her. She gave me a passport size picture of hers and I too did the same. Many promises were exchanged and I left. She said that She will wait, and I said goodbye to her.
   All the promises were lost somewhere soon. I joined my school back and got busy with study. And with my preparation for entrance exams. IIT, and many more. I soon forgot about a girl who said she will wait for me.
   (Next post, next day).

15. I should not have done it.

   "I Love you."
   I said it in my third attempt. She was there in front of me after her school. It took me two more weeks to tell this fact to her after the day I decided to do it. When I saw her that day, coming out of her school, my heart started pounding. I felt like it will bump out via my mouth. My feet wanted to run away from that place. But somehow, I managed to hold the ground. And just when she reached me, looked into my eyes, I said it. Yes, I said it in one go. No fumbling and no stammering. My heart skipped a beat when I said it and after that, I felt lot relaxed.
   "What...?" and this was the reaction in return. A casual what. She couldn't hear it for the first time may be. I had to say it again now. It was like climbing the everest twice in a day. I gathered all my energy again and said it again.
   "I... I mean... you... you are beautiful... and... and... you are...cute... and I... and I love... I mean.... I like....love you... sorry... sorry..." But this time it was full of fumbling and stammering. I took a deep breathe after saying it again, as I really had climbed the Everest twice in one go.
   "So...?" All my hard work seemed going waste after I heard this. Was she not getting what I said? A question arised in my so called big brain. No way. She understood every letter I said. She was not just a villager but she was the student of a very reputed school. And I bet she know it everything.
   "So you...? I mean... Ugh... I mean do you love me too..." saying these words in such a circumstance where the chances were too much of breaking a heart was too tough. But I was a rough man that day.
   " You know Rohan? You are crazy. And a fool too. I knew it was coming. But we are just 16. C'mon. And I don't love you. Even you don't love me. It's just an attraction. Got it. You are my good friend and don't spoil our friendship by getting these all in between. Please." She said as casually as she could. And for the first time in my life, I didn't like what she said. I felt broken. I felt to cry inside. I wished to sink right there in the earth. But I was still in front of her and she was wearing an expression like 'It was not expected'. I couldn't respond as I was not feeling the energy to respond.
   " Please Rohan. Don't do this. You are a good boy and my best friend. Now be good and smile... please." She said again. Such a sweet tone her voice was wearing that I couldn't turn her down. I smiled and she smiled. And she went away after promising to meet me tomorrow.
   After proposing her, I expected different from her. I thought she will blush a little, shy a little and nod. Or, I was expecting a hard slap on my right cheek as seen in many movies. The slap after which love increased. But nothing happened.
   I walked back to home with heavy foot. And I broke few promises during next few days. No, I didn't got drunk again but I broke the promise of meeting. I didn't even got out of my room for next week. I was busy sleeping in my bed. Didn't feel like to go out. Remember, it was still 2004 and getting a girl was tough. And yes, bumping on another was more tougher after getting broke. As, every teenage love happened to be the truest lover then. The one women man. Though, it changed drastically within a couple of years.
   Anyway, next week, almost after 8 days, she bumped into my house. But I didn't got out of my room even after hearing her. The sixteen year old me was playing an ego.
    (Why was Anjali there at Rohan's house? Read next.)

14. The school dress

   Sometimes you wish for something and it just happens and you starts feeling supernatural at that time. I too feel like one sometimes. That day, for the first time I went to the market with my cousin brother who was two year older than me. The market was not too far from our home. We were walking on the streets to reach when I saw some young school girls in uniform. As I was a fan of girls in school dress, I didn't miss the opportunity to give some comfort to my eyes. Even today, I like the girl in a school dress. They were wearing my favorite dress, white shirt and white skirt. The shirt had a red logo on the left side. I couldn't read what wad written there as it was too small a writing.
   As I was looking at them, a thought ran away in my mind like a streak of light. Actually that was a wish. The wish to see my girl in the school dress. The same white shirt and a white skirt. Soon my mind made an image of her, and it looked more beautiful and cuter. And the last girl passed. Suddenly my all senses got an alert. One of the last two girls was known. That was Anjali. Yes. It was she.
   I turned but she was going. How to get her intention, I couldn't understand. And my brother shouted my name as I was still looking back and he was few steps ahead. I thought and shouted back. Not to my brother but the very special name. Anjali. With all my energy. And it worked. She stopped and looked back. I could see the smile on her face. I smiled back and she walked to me while I kept looking. My brother too turned and walked to me.
   "Hey.... Hi... you...? Here....?" She asked. Her friend was still waiting for her on the other end of the road.
   "Yea... yess... I live nearby." Though I was too happy to see her and superexcited too. Still I said trying to control my emotions.
   "Wow ! That means sir lives nearby... I mean... really ?" she was looking more excited than me. May be because she met me. Or, may be beacause she knew that she was just near the house of her 'sir'. "Can you take me there... ?" she said again. There was no chance to say a no. My brother was still confused about whats going on. He was a kind of shy too. And we both had no idea now that we were going for some work.
   We talked for longer this time. Untill we reached home and then again back to the road. She said she was going to her friend's place for some work. I heard it. She said many things about her school. I enjoyed it. And she said a lot of things about my uncle. He was like a god as she said. And I loved her voice every time I heard it. I was loving her company. It was like the best day in years.
   Few more things I came to know about her. She was a brilliant student. But her parents was not in a condition to bear the cost of a good school. And so, being a responsible guide and mentor, my uncle was bearing the cost of her education. And being a good student, she always made my uncle proud. She was the topper of her class from last two years. I started respecting both of them more from that day.
   Now, I didn't have to wait for weekends to see her. I could meet her in front of her school in weekdays too. Though not daily but yes, I met her twice a week and other days I just used to see her from a distance and go back without meeting.
   But as you know, we keep expecting more. No matter how much we get, we desire for more. Now, I wanted to hold her hands sometimes. I wanted to spend some more time with her. I wanted to hug her. I wanted to tell her that I love her. And I wanted to hear the same from her. Just like in the many bollywood hits I have watched.
   And I decided to tell her one day.
     (Will Rohan be able to tell it to Anjali? How will Anjali react ?Read next.)

13. The friendship

   But things changed. I was not living like a prisoner anymore. I was a free boy and everyone were nice to me now. I don't know the reason but I was happy for myself. May be they were keeping an eye on me. May be they were showing their trust on me again. If yes, then I will make sure I don't break it, I thought. At least until I was adult I was not going to touch the beer again. And after my 18th birthday if I do it, I will make sure no one knows. I promised to myself. And may be because I was busy thinking about that girl now. Any of the options were possible.
   Anyway, I was looking forward to visit the place again. Not the place, I was looking forward to meet that girl. My girl. The plan was to visit the next day but uncle had to get back urgently and the plan remained as it was without getting executed. And I was not allowed to go out of the city alone. So, I had the only option. I had to wait. And I was waiting for the next saturday.
   I believe that when you need time to pass soon, every second looks like an hour. And when you are in a need of more time, it flies. Somehow the week passed. How, only I know. Finally, on friday night uncle arrived and I smiled the widest in the last week.
  "Hey superhero... still up..?" he asked me. Though it was only 11:30 at night but it was not a normal time to be up in a small town like Jamshedpur back then. Let me tell you that we are talking about 2004 right now. The time when facebook got launched. I only knew about it in 2007 though.
   "Actually I was trying to sleep but couldn't. So thought to watch t.v." I lied as I was waiting for him only.
   "Hmm... I see that."
   "What's the plan for tomorrow?" I asked out of curiosity breaking the one long minute silence. He looked at me like I said something wrong. I realized it but it was late. I asked him about his plan like we were the buddies.
   "The same. I will go to meet my students in the morning. Will you come too?"
   "Yes... I... I will come for sure. You can't go without me."
   "So what are you waiting for. Go and sleep. You have to wake up early. Go go..." For a moment my all hopes started to vanish. But after his smile, my hopes too came back with a speed of 100 kmph. And I went to sleep. That's a different thing that I couldn't get sleep for another one hour.
   As planned, I was there in the village by 11. And this time I knew her name. She was the younger daughter of her parents and her name was Anjali. This time I tried hard to not to loose my all sense and somewhere I was successful in it. I heard her voice that day. And I bet, one can fall for her voice too without seeing her face. I wished to listen that voice for whole my life.
   Everytime I met her after that day, I felt some kind of new energy in myself. I waited for saturdays now, just get a glimpse of her. I had no other job to do. Not any homework and no schools at that time. All day I only thought about her only. The use of cell phones was a big deal at that time. And I was not lucky to own one. And thus whatever long or short chats we had, we had on the day we met only. On saturdays. And the conversation were never too long. Just 'hi', 'hello', and 'whereabouts'. That's it. And I used to stare at her throughout when she used to ask questions to my uncle. Sometimes she noticed and sometimes she didn't. And whenever our eyes met in the process, I got the gift of her smile. Ever refreshing smile. The smile which filled me with a different kind of energy every time.
   It took me real 6 weeks to be a friend of her. That too, unsaid friendship. As our chats were getting longer now. Few minutes long chats when my uncle used to be  busy in other kids. Now we talked about her studies and school and sums and the subjects. Yes, we had only these topics to discuss about. Such a duffer I was. And I didn't had a gold adviser to tell me what to do and what not to.  But anyway, I liked talking to her on any kind of topic. At the same time, I knew that it was not enough. I was a sixteen year old teenager after all.
  ( continues......)

12. Falling in the ocean of Love

   Not more than half an hour had passed when I saw two bicycles running on the narrow path towards the village. Nothing was interesting in the bicycles but still my eyes were on the both of them as the two girls were riding it possibly. It may be the same girls my uncle was asking about sometimes ago. Both my doubts were confirmed in next three minutes when both the rides ended in front of the same mud house where we were sitting. They exclaimed seeing uncle in the middle of that little crowd and I was no different, I too exclaimed and the reason was the girl in the blue dress. My heart skipped few beats and still I was alive. My heart almost bumped out of my body. I couldn't believe that I was not dreaming. But it was true. I was on with my all sense but all the senses stopped working except my eyes. It were glued to that beautiful cute face.
   They almost ran to the uncle and were having chat. I couldn't hear what they were talking. I was too lost in that natural beauty. She smiled and few more beats were skipped by so called heart. Till today, I don't know what she was wearing on the first day I saw her. I just remember the blue color of her dress. But I can describe you each and every expression of her face. I can write pages about each and every curve of her face. I can talk hours about her smile. How refreshing and rejuvenating it was. I can write a whole book on her eyes and it's depth. That I won't mind looking into those eyes for my life and I won't even demand for anything else. That I can jump into those oceans even if I don't know swimming. I can describe every bit about her beautifully curved eyelashes and eyebrows. I was in some kind of trauma and the best part is, I didn't want to come out of that trauma for my life.
   I won't say much about that beauty goddess. I am afraid you will start falling for my girl. Wait, did I just say, my girl? See. I was not aware even her name at that point of time and I referred her as 'my girl'. I was still confused between Anita and Anjali, still I referred as 'my girl'. Strange, isn't it? Anyway, strange things keep happening around.
  Yes, what I was talking about? I was almost falling for that deep blue eyed sweet looking girl. I knew that I will drown into those deeper than ocean eyes, but still, I wanted to jump in. I knew that there was no turning back and I didn't care to look back.
   Suddenly that clearly visible face started fading up and a black appeared in front of my eyes. Then I realized, it was her hair and she was going away from me. I wanted to stop her. I wanted to look into her eyes again. I wanted to listen her voice now. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to hold her hand and ask her name. But I couldn't. I couldn't do any if these. I just kept looking at her while she was going inside the house. My heart was commanding me to stop her but I felt like I don't know even how to talk.
    I was forced to come back from that trauma. Everything looked boring without that face. I realized that this beautiful small village was a bore without that girl. My uncle started the bike and I was forced to ride back. I wanted to stay more and I had the reason but I was short of an appropriate excuse. I had to go back, with that image in my heart. I wished that bike go puncture and I could stay more there. I wished that the bike run out of petrol just when it started. But unfortunately, nothing happened. And the super healthy bike was running back to the city. To the place where I was caged from last three days.
    ( Did Rohan got back to the blue eyed girl? Read next day.)

11. Ride to an anonymous place

We were soon out of the steel city. And the bike was running on a very narrow road. There were crops on the both sides of the road. Sometimes, one or two people were partly visible between those green crops. It went on for another two kilometers. And then, started the rows of kuchcha houses, made up of muds and straws. I was looking at it interestingly. Though, I belonged to a small town, I was seeing such kind of things for the first time. These people were actually living alongside with nature, far from the city and it's noises. They were living in peace. I wish, I could have a holiday home there. May be it will be possible in.near future.
   We stopped in front of one such house, which was almost at the end of that populated area. I looked beyond. The narrow road was continuing it's journey till the anonymous place. My uncle blewed the horn and a lady came out of that house. From the first look I could say that she was in her forties. A red colored saree was covering her body from head to toe. She looked kind of free from all the other tensions of the world. Never care about what is happening around the country. She was happy in her own little world. And so was everyone in that small village.
   After seeing us, a smile ran over her face. She called for few names in the highest of her pitch. And soon we were surrounded by few ladies and around twenty kids. The kids were from the age of 6 to 16. And they were referring my uncle as 'Sir'.
   As I knew from their discussion, my uncle used to take free classes here, as there was not any school in the village. He admitted many of the students into nearby government school and came thrice a week for classes. Many of the students had government provided bicycle now to go to school. Even now, every saturday and sunday my uncle comes here and spend some time with those kids. And as the weekdays classes were concerned, the senior students were helping the junior ones. I was glad to hear this all. I was glad that this revolution was started by my loving uncle. I wished to continue his good work but I was a little young for this at that time, I guess.
   "Where is Anjali and Arti?" Suddenly my uncle asked one of the students. Now, who were these girls. Were they too little kids or, a little grown up. I was looking forward to meet these girls too. And the reason was unknown. May be the name Anjali made me interested  or it was another reason. Those days this name was in demand after the movie 'kuchh kuchh hota hai'.
   "Wo dono thora seher ki taraf gayi hain masterji. Aa hi rahi hongi" The lady who welcomed us with her smile said.
   "Oh. Anyway, I am for next half an hour. Take your all problems to me." My uncle said again and all the kids ran to their respective mud houses. And in no time they were back with the study materials in their hands. My uncle got busy in solving their problems while I was a silent looker. I liked the way they were concentrating on each words said by uncle. I soon realized that it will take at least one and a half hour to solve all the problems. Anyway, I was enjoying it.

Continues.......

10. Ignored I was

   Soon I found that I was going to my grandfather's home. He lived in.a small town in which is known is Jamshedpur. Though, the city is too beautiful and I have visited the place many times, this time I was not feeling like to go. I had a strong feeling that I was going to the jail. They will underground me forever. And I was just guilty of drinking. Many people drink in this country but no one punishes them. I wanted to run out of the train, but I had no choice. I didn't want to hurt my Dad any more.
   We reached and there was a very cold welcome this time. They were having a different look for me this time. And after I reached, my dad got busy with the elders inside a close room. The topic of the discussion must be me. I haven't done a crime yaar, I have not killed anyone, come on. I have just had alcohal. It's not a big deal and I said I wont do it again. Behave properly. But no one was hearing my mind or heart. Thank god, my younger brother's didn't know it and at least they were as friendly as before.
   Anyway, dad got back next day only, leaving me alone. I was almost closed in my allotted room for next three days. They called me only for lunch and dinner or some important work. I was too feeling a little awkward in interacting with. But it was the fourth morning when it changed a little when my uncle got back for four days. He was my youngest uncle, youngest brother of my mom. He loved me a lot when I was a kid. Even now, I was the same Rohan for him.
   I was still sleeping when someone shouted my name very near. I tried to ignore but soon two hands shaking me up like I was a tree full of ripe mangoes and the person want to pluck all the mangoes without climbing. I had to wake up and I saw him. The one who loved me like anything. I was glad after I saw him after I saw him, but soon I realized that I was not allowed to smile here by the facts of destiny.
   "Wake up my superman, we are going for a ride. Hurry up." He said as nothing has happened. I looked at him like I was looking at the 9th wonders of the world. Did he really meant what he said or, I was still dreaming.
   " What...? Get up yaar... ?" He said again and I realized I was not dreaming.
   "When did you got back from Ranchi ?" My sense started working and I asked. May be I was a little happy inside but was afraid showing up.
   "Actually they were shifting me to the mental asylum but I ditched them in the way and ran till here. Just for you. Why, didn't you like it ?"  He tried to joke nonsense.
   "Of course, I liked it."
   "Then what are you waiting for? Go and get ready? We are going to have fun." He said and almost pushed me inside the washroom. I did my daily work. I took a bath. But, couldn't shave as I didn't have grown shave at that time. At the same time I was thinking about my future. Is it going to change after today? Are they going to treat me well just like before? Where are we going right now? I didn't have any answer.
   Soon we were on the bike, running on the highway of Jamshedpur for an anonymous place. The time was around 11 a.m. And the weather was cool. As the winter in jamshedpur happen to be a little, no, a lot colder. But at the same time the days are too good for a day out. I was enjoying the ride on the back. But at the same time, the same question was too revolving. Where were we heading?
   ( Next post, next day)

9. That hard slap

Someone was shouting. I heard it. I guess it was Dad. The sound was too near me. Though, I was still sleepy and needed at least four hour of sleep, I opened up my eyes. Yes, it was my dad and he was saying something. He was too angry. Why? I was still not aware of the reason.
   "What happened Dad? When did you came back?" I asked casually in half sleepy voice. And then what happened opened my eyes fully, like was never asleep, like I was not aware of the word sleep. One mind boggling slap on my right cheek. And I really could see the stars inside the room itself. And then I saw the whisky bottle in Dad's left hand. I didn't need to ask for the reason of slap. Thank god, it was limited to only one thought. But, the expression on my face soon changed as the second, much harder slap crashed my beautiful face. And then again. One after another. Dad was hitting me continuously. Few hours ago, I was feeling to fly but right now, I needed to really fly off the place. But, unluckily I didn't had any super power. I prayed him to stop. I begged. I was helpless. I cursed the moment when I got the whisky home this evening. I cursed the moment when I couldn't wait to taste a new variety.
   Finally my prayer was heard somewhere. Dad stopped and went straightaway into his room without saying a word to me. I sat on the bed again. My body was hurting. I was not able to feel few of my body parts, including both the cheeks. I just kept crying. And cries changed into sobs slowly. And soon I was unconscious. I don't know the exact reason of my unconsciousness. May be it was because of the pain and it may be because I was scared more. I was scared if many things.
  I woke up again. Yes, I was still alive after beaten up like anything. Night had passed and the sun was back after taking his 11 hours nap. I felt a little pain in my body and it reminded me the incident before I went unconscious. And then I promised that I won't touch any kind of drink now onwards. And If someday I do it, I will make sure that dad never know it. I closed my eyes again. And then, I felt a hand on my forehead. Full of love and affection. I opened up my eyes again and I saw dad standing there just beside my bed. I observed his face for a while. He was too sad. And I was the reason of all his problems.
   "Sorry Dad. I promise I will never let you down again." I said softly and I meant it this time. I was feeling like to hug him and say a sorry hundred times. I wished, this was not true. But, All your wishes don't come true.
   "It's okay. Make sure it was the last time. Now get up, you have a train to catch." he said and went out of the room. A train to catch, where was I going. And why? I just promised that I won't do it again. But still he was sending me somewhere. This was not done yar.
   "Where...? And why....? I promised...." But he seemed not to care. I walked to him. Asked him again and again. But he was not in a mood to answer. Within hours, I was on the railway station waiting for an anonymous train.
   ( Next part,  next day)

8. More than just a beer

   In Hindi there is a proverb which means, love and lie can't be hidden. One day or another, it has to get revealed. We were in the later category. Though we were doing everything to hide the fact of our fun, except one thing. Yes, we were lacking the study department. And exams were ahead. But the time it came to my head, it was too late. The exams were in one week. The finals. And I was not prepared at all. No matter how much I will try in these five days, still I can't match my 95%, I thought. But I can't let it go without giving a try. I knew the fact that my bad result will end all my happiness. And If my dad somehow comes to know about my drinking and all that, I will be a history. I knew my dad very well. He was too soft at times and at times he was so harsh. According to him drinking and fun for me was a crime. But it was too late to realize it. The crime has been committed.
   We, I mean I and Rajeeve got together again for group studies. This time serious one. We did the hard work. He used to sleep by 12, but I woke up every night till morning. This was the routine till the last exam. The exams went well. I was satisfied. If not in 90s, I was sure of anything between 80- 85%.
   "Let's party tonight." Rajeev said after we got out of the exam hall on the last day. The party for us meant the 3B's. Beer, Blue film and The Boom Boom music around.
   "Not today. Dad is home. And I desperately need a sleep tonight." I was not in any mood of partying tonight. And it was because of the father factor.
   He was a little disappointed after I said a 'no'. He tried to convince me that no one will know it. He asked me to come to his place. But as far as father factor was concerned, I didn't had any excuse to convince him. Exams were over and the best excuse was no more can be considered. Anyway, I promised him that I will come to his home this weekend and I rode my bicycle on my way to home. I will throw myself in the bed as soon as I reach home, I thought.
   How it will be if take a beer or two in my bag, It will help me sleep better and no one will know it. I will keep in my bag and after drinking I will dispose it tomorrow after dad will go to office. Yes, it will be good, I thought. The confidence level suddenly increased and I headed to the wine shop. I chose a shop far from the residence. And I bought a 200 ml whisky today. It was a good time to try something new tonight I thought. And, I came back home.
   As usual, dad was not home. Still there was around three hours. Why not taste it a little before he comes, I thought. It was a dangerous thought. The thought which forced me to sink unknowingly. I regret it even today. Otherwise, I could have been different. And, I could have enjoyed a lot more.
   I got inside my bedroom. And I closed the door. Another mistake I did here, not locking the door. I took it out and had a sip after sitting on bed. It was good. It really was good. I took one more little sip. Amazing. The fun has just started, I thought. There is more than just a beer in the world, I thought again. And in excitement I finished the 200 ml bottle just while tasting it. Nit. Not any drop of water was mixed. And it started showing the magic. I was flying again. I became weightless. I thought to get up and put the bottle in the bag and to put a cloromint in my mouth for safety.
   I did it. I kept everything in it's place and came back and got off to sleep. Later I found that I did the last part only in dream. This was the last mistake for the day. May be for life. It was just the matter of time.
   ( Next part, next day)

7. The secret

We came back from the trip. As the days passed, things started being normal. The same boring life, with books, in the class and sometimes in the library. Wait, did I called studies and classes boring ? Yes, this was the major change in myself. It's not like I didn't like the study part. I liked but now, I wanted to enjoy too, in whatever ways. I started feeling that life is not just about studies, it's about many more other things. It's about having fun with friends. It's about bunking the class for fun and movies sometimes. It's about walking alone or with friends on the streets. And yes, sometimes it's about getting drunk with friends. Watching T.V, swimming, playing many games became my time pass now. And doing many things along with my only friend Rajeev. We were famous friends in school. Everywhere we were seen together.
   One year passed this way. Without any complaints. Without any more alcohal thing. We were still away from girls. Clubs were too far yet. And we were still the top two guns of our class.
   One fine Saturday, I was alone at home. Dad was on a two day official tour to kolkata. I was getting bored at home as it was a school holiday. For few hours, I shuffled the channels in front of the t.v. but nothing interesting was there to watch. I tried to get in with books, but my study room had lost that magnetism or binding power which could keep me bounded with books. I soon came out of the study and started walking to and fro in the drawing room. How it will be if I call Rajeev here, for a group study, a thought entered my mind. And it was awesome a thought. I called him on his home phone and asked to come. Eventually he agreed to come. He said he will be there in half an hour. And I waited for him.
   "Let's go to study." I said as he came.
   " For what? Study? Are you mad?" Three questions in one shot. I too had no intentions to get in with books. Study was a better place for us, with games and computer. And we headed in the study after I explained it to him.
   " So what to do first, carom or computer game ?" I asked again.
   "Shut up yaar, I have a better plan for this time." He said and opened his bag. He got the four can out and placed that on the study table. Of course it was not the energy drink. It was the beer, far energetic than any kind of energy drink can be. I got delighted after I saw it. The trip day flashed in my eyes. And what I felt that day after having it. I was not worried today about any thing. No one was home. So no one was going to know what are we doing here.
   "From where did you get it. And only four ?" I asked two questions in one shot.
   "Obviously. I bought it on the way. And as far as quantity is concerned, I take as much only I can handle. I have to go home too. Got it. " I got his point. Soon the four can were empty on the table. And the same feeling started getting over. I started feeling like flying. Amazing, just like the last time but this time I didn't collapsed. I was still in sense after two can down. I wanted more but unfortunately, we were out of our little stock.
   This is how the new phase of my life started. I stepped into the youth with a beer can in my hand. This was not the only day we were doing what we liked at home. Every time my dad was out for more than 24 hours, we partied at the safest place. Beer can changed into the bottle. The action movies changed into sunny leone kind of movies. And soft music into loud one. And I was enjoying my secret life. But, any secret can't be secret for long. Mine was too just a matter of time. 
   ( Next part of Rohan's life, next day.)

6. The warning.

Next time when I woke up, I found myself in a room. Well furnished and well lit room it was. But, I was not well. I was feeling some headache and then I remembered the last few events before I collapsed on the shoulder of Rajeeve. Why? Why suddenly I started feeling so sleepy ? Was it the effect of that energy drink? Or it was normal? Or, was it not the energy drink at all? Whatever it was, I liked it. Ans it felt great after having it and sleep was too good for the first time. Not even the thoughts of mom haunted me in the dreams. And yes, I was no more worried about the studies.
   Wait, I have heard about such effect of alcohol. Did I really took alcohol? I thought. And I believed it was alcohol only.
   I came out of the room. The first person I saw was Rahul. He looked at me like he was watching the Tajmahal walking on the streets. I couldn't understand why? And then he said that our trip in charge was asking for me. Another thought entered my mind, does he know that I was drunk? Does Rahul know that I was drunk? Wait, how did I got back to the room and where is Rajeeve?
   I slowly walked to Mahesh sir. He looked at me and I felt that he was with me. It was a total different look. I could bet at the moment that he knew it. And I got scared again. And my eyes suddenly started scratching the ground. I was feeling guilt.
   "Look Rohan, If I want I can inform your Dad about it but, as you are a bright student I want you to give a chance. But only if you promise that you won't revise this mistake." He said in a composed but a little strict tone. I didn't had the guts to look into his eyes. I was still searching the ground. I didn't know what to say and how to respond. I kept my mouth shut.
   "What do you want? Should I inform your father?" He asked again. It hit my sense. No, I can't let it happen. If my dad will come to know, I will be gone then, I thought.
   "I am sorry sir. It will not happen again. I promise." Better I said it without removing my eyes from the ground. He let me go after giving me warning. But later part of the trip was like hell for me. Not any student came near me as I have committed any crime. Come on yar, It was nothing more than two can of whatever it was. I saw a different kind of expression in every one's eyes for me. Rahul and his group made fun of me throughout the trip. I felt like to slap him but I didn't want to let my teachers down. I faced it all with Rajeev along side me. Yes, he too was on the tip of the gun.
   Whatever plan Rahul must have made against me, couldn't be executed as I gave him a bigger opportunity. And why he was doing it all, I mean why was he against me, was still a big unanswered question in my mind.
  ( Next part of Rohan's life will be in front of you soon. )

5. Energy drink.

   As planned, we were at the river by 5 p.m. Such a beautiful view it was. It was flowing from east to west. Big trees were on the both sides if the river. And on the trees some birds were chirping. Sometimes few words used to jump into the fresh flowing water and come out within a fraction of second. They were enjoying their evening bath. The sun was about to jump in too, behind the trees, into the water. It must be thinking that no one can see him taking a bath as the big banyan tree was a cover. But we were there just to see him only. Slowly and steadily, it climbed down in the water of the river and didn't came out. We could see the cool and calm river until the end of our site. We all played with the water for sometime and then we were asked to come back to our place.
   " Such a nice place this is, isn't it?" Rajiv said. He was walking beside me. He was a very intelligent student and always came second in the class after me. I respected him a lot.
"Yeah." I kept my answer short as usual.
   "Don't you feel like staying here and watch the river flow."
   "Kind of. But sir will not allow us. We have to go back. May be we will be coming again tomorrow morning." I too wanted to stay for few more time.
   "Who said you to ask for the permission. We can still go." he said and held my hand. And we escaped from the Que. As the teacher was walking by the right side of the Que, we escaped from the left. We reached the river in no time and hide against a tree. When everyone was out of site we got down into the river. For the first time I was enjoying it. Not any sound was there around. And Rahul was too not around so no question of getting scared. We were just two people lost in our own world. Shouting, laughing and making noise. Sometimes few birds joined us in our excitement.
   Soon we were tired. Our clothes were all wet. So we sat on a rock like structure. In just fifteen minutes being together, Rajeev became a good friend. For the first time I Was enjoying the friendship too. He was kind of sweet. The rank factor too worked in binding us together. I Was rank 1 and he was rank 2.
   "We should go back now before they starts searching for us." I said as the darkness started spreading it's wing.
   " Relax yaar, you are kind of too reserve. Get out of your comfort zone. Life is too beautiful, enjoy it. Don't worry, we will reach on time." he said in a cool tone.
   "But...."
    "Still you are stuck in but. Relax as I said. We are good students, if we are enjoying a little, they will ignore it. Take it..." he said in the same tone and handed me a can of coal drink.
   He had a point. We were not committing a crime. We were teens now and we had all the rights to enjoy our life. We must look out of studies sometimes. The world is full of studies fun, I thought and opened the can. I don't know what was there making me think like this. It was all for the first time. But believe me, I Was liking it. For the first time I Was feeling like a independent bird, just out of the cage.
   I took the first sip from the can. It felt like too bitter. I took another sip, again the same taste. I asked Rajeev about it and he said it was a energy drink. He was drinking his can and I too slowly gulped it. Bitterness of the drink was no more there and really I felt much energetic. I felt like flying in the sky. I ran all over. I shouted. I laughed again. It was good. I asked for another can and Rajeev gave me. I finished it in no time. I asked for one more but Rajeev was not left with any more.
  " Let's go now. " Rajeev said but I Was in no mood to go back. But, he held my hand and almost dragged. I gave in soon and started walking with him. But my legs were not in control. They were not working properly. It was Rajeev who was holding me otherwise I must have fallen down. Soon I Was feeling sleepy and my eyes started getting closed. I tried hard to keep it open but failed and soon whole my weight was on Rajeev. And I Was in the world of dreams. Dreams can be so fun, I learnt that day. It was fun until I Was dreaming.
Continues................