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.
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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)
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