26th june .

also countless memories from ma coll life.. Me:-yah.. Other side:its me shraddha..how r u?? I could tell that her voice was damp and nervous .. Me:i m good..how r u??, i said in a edgy tone.. Shraddha:-i want to meet you vikas !! She burst into tears as soon as she completed the sentence.. Me:- are you all right, where are you? Shraddha:-in Delhi..i want to meet you now..(i could hear someone shouting behind her) Desperation was evident in her voice... Me:-where are you now,tell me .i ll pick you up.. Shraddha:-i m outside the new delhi railway station..plz come get me..quickly.. Phone got disconnected and i drove as fast as i can to the new delhi railway station.. In the meantime i got another call from her telling me that i could find her in a restraunt named tandoori ,right in front of the main gate of the station..i parked my WagonR at some place near the restraunt and ran towards the door of the restraunt..i entered and there she was..sitting on the table 3rd to the right of me..she too looked at me..she smiled and stood up from her chair...our eyes met and eyes don t lie ..they were helpless and coz they hv seen some1 trustworthy..she had two bags(both were heavy )..no wonder in how much crisis girls are they don t pack less, i thought while lifting both bags..we proceeded towards our car.. I made her comfortable, arranged pillows and sheets for her, helped her lay down on the bed..as i turned, she held my hand and said plz stay . I consented and sat beside her..she placed her head on my lap , i titillated her forehead and stroked her hair and soon she was in deep sleep..i could sense she was at peace...past few years i v dreamt about her every single night, i asked for her in every prayer, i wanted her more than my life, she was my passion and now she was sleeping on my lap...nothing could beat the moment...best moment of my life..

I entered the in the class,there was only a single girl in the class.she was reading may be it was IT fundamentals(ori don t noe,they all looked the same in 1st year).she had book in her lap was inclined

on it .her locks were dangling and may be hindering her eyesight as she was constantly adjusting them behind her ears..she didn t noticed my entrancein to the class. I spent some time gazing on to the walls and asked her the most relevant question at that moment is there any test gonna happen 2day . No,why , she looked upward and said. Then y r you studing?? i was just killing time. She replied while making gestures with her hand l d kill myself rather than killing my time by reading course book.. i joked she laughed(as they say hanssi to phanssi). Me vikas..vikas gaur.. Ohh..shradhha pathak From?? Karolbagh.and you?? Noida.. So you didn t like reading?? Its not like that..i like to read ,infact i love to read, but novels not course books.. Huh..which is your favourite novel..? The alchemist..from Paulo Coelho..my favourite writer..nd yours?? Im not much of a novel reader..though 1 v read 5 point some1..it was good.. Yah it s good but you should try some Paulo stuff too..it ll blow your mind.. she noticed my excitement while talking bout novels.. K i would..do you hv any of these books you are talking about? Yah..i do..i ll bring alchemist for you 2mro.. After that we indulged in to asking each other the usual stuff a fresher ask another fresher like % in 12th, which school and whether you dropped or not etc. Etc.. She was the 1st girl in the class i talked to and for her i was 1st boy she had this long conversation..that day i couldn t stopped thinking about her..she used her face expressions, eyes and hands perfectly to complement whatever she was saying. .i v never witnessed such feminism, i was blown away by her beauty. Our friendship grew fonder day by day,she liked my sense of humour and i liked every bit of her, we used to turned to each other in hour of need, backed each other. Meanwhile 1st sem results were out and she was the topper, i was nowhere,i didn t do well..suddenly she became elite,thats wat results do,catagorise you either as a winner or a looser,i was among the loosers, however results

didn t affect her behaviour but it did alot to me..her style and beauty were enough to make her out of my league but this result thing amplified the gap b/w her and me...and more importantly i was undone by her meticulous approach towards life,her composure, maturity and her stability..she was perfect..and i was no way near it..

Hey mr writer..! Hi I read your blog today, hope is keeping you alive huh? Yah hope is keeping me alive , did you like it? It s awesome, very inspiring..very thoughtfull too. Thannx.. So when m i getting d pleasure of reading your next blog ?? Soon, m working on it... Thinking about writing a book some day? Definitely...writing is my passion..i feel a fire for it.