…But it happened.
It all started with the last day of B.Tech Semester-7. Actually
me falling in love (that too with a beautiful girl) is totally surprise story
even for me. Don’t take it otherwise but I was one of those male chauvinist guys
who use to think that 80% (Not all) of the attractive girls are bimbo (Ya… I
still quite often muse on why some girls think acting dumb deliberately is
cute?)
Anyways. Where was I? (This topic always diverts my mind).
Ya… So… Annual exams of the 7th sem had just concluded and me with
my roommates had planned to grab Pizza at Ahmedabad’s so called renowned
(actually cheap) Pizza café. I don’t remember the name of that café but for
sure it was neither Pizza hut nor Dominos and pizza over there was cheaper
and truly testier. We relished an awesome
dinner obviously after those seven haunting exam nights and went back to our
apartment with the plan of net surfing, playing cards and ultimately not
sleeping the whole night.
However, that day the universe had different
plans for me. We went back to our apartment and out of the blue my
roommates converted the apartment into game zone. Evidently “Rise of Nations”
never fits my bill and I started facebooking which is one of the conjoint likes
(Ya In spite of being poles apart, we have two common interests… net surfing
and travelling) of both me and Payal. Most probably this was the day when the
story commenced, when we were no longer the pink zoned friends, when I was not
just the studious guy for her and she was no longer the shy girl(great misconception
from my site as Payal was not at all shy…) for me who used to sit on the first bench.
It had been three years from our high school days and we
were not at all in contact with each other. Obviously the main reason was being
those 90’s kids for whom carrying mobile phone in the school was crime (I was
the offender, carrying the Nokia beast 3315 to school). And because of that after
the result day of our 12th grade we both were totally separated for
three long years. No contact, no scraps, no texts nothing… until that fortunate
day of winter 2010.
The clocks were
approaching 9:30, it was dark outside, the murky sizzling winter of Ahmedabad…
“Hello” I unexpectedly pinged Payal.
“Hi” She replied tediously… obviously discerning why I
pinged her.
“Howz you?” I asked
her.
“Nice Pic” I again pinged the two common words which I pings
every single girl I chat with, and as far as my experience is concerned, which
every girl in the world likes and apparently takes seriously at any point of
time.(Confession : Payal! You are the first and the last girl I told these two
words earnestly) (Either I have to confess or this could be my last blog as
blow of pressure cooker on head can lead me to anything from short term memory
loss to brain hemorrhage)
“Fine. Thanks. What about you? Howz life?” Payal replied.
“Life is… ” And I
went on.
We chatted the whole three to four hours about our school
days, about our pink zoned friendship, about our studies, about our plans, about
our families, about almost everything. It
was the moment when we started knowing each other more intensely, It was the
moment when I actually thought we can be more than pink zoned friends, more
than good friends, more than the chat buddies.
“All right then see you later…” I replied as Payal g2g.(Obviously
I might have chatted the whole night if I couldn’t have found, from our
conversation, that Payal was (as always) voraciously drowsy.)
“C U soon.” She bade good bye.
...But the soon was not so sooner.
...But the soon was not so sooner.
PS: All writings categorized under ‘Notebook’ will be prefixed with L’number’ ex L1
