True Love- Part 3

I belled the CAT, I mean I cracked it, though with low marks, I managed to get admission in a respectable MBA college. After my break up, I got what all I needed to move on. A new place, a good bunch of friends, and yes, I enjoyed the daily MBA presentations.

Life gained its track all over again. I scored well, like I told you I was never a dumbfuck, I scored bad because I never studied, but now, since there was no chance for me to play cricket, I put all my energy into studies. 1st year of MBA went smooth, flirting with girls, going industrial visits and studying 10 subjects every semester on an average. I loved all this new life of mine. But like God’s plans are always different then ours, I met her.

After our summer internships, we were back in the college, all energized. Excitement was to see juniors, since we did not like the kind of girls we had in our class. Excitement was to rag juniors. Excitement was to win bets which we have been thinking of since days. “Who dares propose and date the most beautiful junior”. I knew I had to win this. We started checking each and every junior to select the best of all. It was not a herculean task since customary to college beliefs a fresher night was to be arranged, crowning the best. Hence we got our Miss Fresher. Natasha her name was.

Freshest of face ive ever seen. She looked so pure and innocent that we worried even looking at her might have caused harm to her. We all started checking her in the canteen. “ Who can dare to propose her and make her sleep, anyone anyone” said one of my friends. “Sid, you need to do this, you know you are the best” I said to myself. I know the easiest of ways to impress a girl is to show you are not impressed and she will be attracted to you. It worked in my case. She felt I was different, unlike other guys who spent their days checking her and she came to me, upfront.

Natasha- Hi, I need few notes of accounts, I am an engineer and some one told me you have the best of notes.

I knew she was lying. But, this was the chance I was waiting for, I need to win the bet with my friends showing them I am the best. I said if she has any problem, she can anytime approach me and I would be there for her help.

We started chatting over facebook for hours. My wit helped me attract her more towards me, and yes the day came when she proposed to me. We were talking over the phone.

Natasha- So, what gift am I getting on my birthday from my new friend.

Me- Anything, but in limits, would be granted ( I was just acting pricey, all I had in my mind, was to win the bet)

Natasha- I want you

Me- Granted

It was so easy. Yes, we were going around. I loved the feeling, to have most beautiful girl by my side, to see other people getting green-eyed with envy. No, so far I was not in love with her. For, I still loved Shilpa. Natasha wasn’t a bit of Shilpa. SHilpa was dominating, commanding, a typical girl friend I loved to be with. Natasha was no doubt prettiest, but very cute to fight and dominate.

It just took few movies and gifts for me to win Natasha’s trust and then she was on bed with me, Don’t wish to detail it, but yes, I won the bet. All of my friends celebrated. Rivers of alcohol were made to flow. Without realizing what I had done, I felt like a hero. I did not break up with her, as I thought it to be too rude. Moreover, I thought It would be a matter of an year, after which I would be out of the college and work somewhere else. Out of sight, out of mind was i thought ,should work and then I would never really have to break up, hurting her.

I had best of my time with Natasha, and it took me long to realize that I started loving her. She was the best of girlfriend and wife, one could ever have. She never made me feel sad, be it my inability to get placed through college in the beginning or some family issues, she was always there to support me and make me feel better. Time was flying and all seemed well, until one day.

Natasha- My parents have started looking for a guy, for me to get married. When do you think , would you be ready to talk with them.

A hell broke over me again. “What?Marriage? are you crazy, I cannot marry you” I don’t know why did I say that. May be I was not prepared, or may b I was scared of commitment or I felt my family would never accept her or may be I was expecting someone better, extraordinary to be my wife, but not Natasha. She is good but I could never imagine her as my wife.

Me- I cannot marry you. I was there with you just for your happiness. I guess its time for you to move on. I have better things to concentrate on, like my career. And moreover I want my parents to choose a girl for me. Its their right, I wish not to take from them.

Natasha- But wasn’t it love, will we not be together forever. What about the love making part?

Me- oh please, lets not get emotional and ruin our lives. And I want you to be a bit practical. You are not the first girl facing all this. Time heels all. So move on.

That was the last time I spoke with Natasha. She did try calling me hundred times until I blocked her number, but only after that I realized I loved her. I started missing her crazily. Few month after were like the worst months of my life. I guess,she would have cursed me. Or she cannot curse me, for she was a beautiful person at heart. I knew it was my mistake that I lost her and I decided to never ever fall in love and get married to my parent’s choice, but with a girl like Natasha.

True Love- Part 2

My second true you-

Life moves on. After dad broke my bat, I took a week, to come out of the entire tragedy, and so I was late by a week to grace my college with my presence. The course I opted for, bachelors of commerce, wasn’t hard though, but for me every word seemed alien. Time flies and so did the first 1 month.

It was the day I discovered, surprises are not always good. We had our first surprise test and honestly I did not have a single idea, what is it going to be all about. I could see everyone around me, busy writing. “What do they write so much?” I was about to submit my answer sheet (pure blank) and depart, but some one pulled my hand and made me sit.

She: Take this (giving me her answer sheet), and copy as soon as you can. I hope you are smart enough to save yourself from being caught.

I did not really see her face, at that moment, but was thankful to God, for saving me to score a big zero, like primary teachers say. I gave my paper and went back, to thank her. Before I could reach her, she had already left the class. “I don’t know how would I thank her, I did not even see her face clearly”, I wondered and left towards the cricket field.

I couldn’t play it, but I never pledged to stop watching it.

I parked myself, all alone, watching guys playing cricket in the ground and heard a female voice. “Why don’t you go and play, I have seen you playing. You play awesome.” Voice seemed familiar. I looked at her and was awed for a moment. She was the same girl who helped me through that so called surprise test. She was not any out of ordinary female but at that point, her smile fascinated me then anything else in this world. Believe you me; her smile resembled that of Madhuri Dixit. While I was awestruck, she asked me again, “Hello, I am talking to you, why you aren’t playing. I have seen you playing at school, you play awesome.” I loved to hear these words and thought what should I reply, I still wonder why couldn’t I lie and told her, “My dad doesn’t want me to play”. She guffawed, ‘How would he know you are playing. Play when you are in college”. Oh, she is intelligent, how could I not think of this. I asked her, “I am sure you know my name, I am Siddharth, what’s your name?” “I was sure you did not know mine. I was waiting for you to shoot that, I am Shilpa”. She smiled and we shook our hands. Oh, her hands were too soft, or may be I was touching a female’s hand for the first time.

Soon I started playing again, without knowledge of any of my family members and this new friend of mine helped me with studies too. We became good friends and she became the most influencing female ever. How did my love story begin, that’s another victorious story of mine.

I was on fields, waiting for my turn to bat and suddenly some guy came and blasted, “Bastard, how can you get close to Shilpa, she is my girl friend. You dare not be around her.” I have always been a peace lover so replied calmly. “Of course, she must be your girl friend, but what makes you worry”. He replied in an agitating manner, “Your, closeness.” I said, “I guess, we should let her decide, with whom she finds comfort.” Shilpa was called and by then whole lot of people gathered. I don’t understand why they were engrossed in the whole commotion. Shilpa announced bravely, “I like being with Siddharth and I wish to be with him, I guess, forever”. Oh oh oh, this girl was crazy. “Did she propose me?”. I just knew one thing with a girlfriend, I got enemies free free free.

This is how we started. I did not know what a relationship is, what a girl is, what love is, she taught me all. I discovered that she was the most caring female, after my mom in this world. She was a crazy girl. Though our relationship was a smooth one, we had loads of fight starting from getting late to meet her to forgetting her birthdays. As time went, we started getting closer. From 1 hour of conversation to 12 hours of telephonic conversation. I sometimes felt, I was not getting enough of space and hence sometime deliberately ignored her. Overcome of which was a big fight and series of things that I had to do to get my relation back on track. Her possessiveness grew with time. She started having problem with my family, my friends and cricket. Yes, she was the one to encourage me to play cricket and now she had problems with me playing it.

Loving, fighting, playing my graduation got over. My family wanted me to prepare for CAT, I did not disagree either. High paying jobs sound good to everyone. I joined a coaching for the same, which meant I could not have much time for Shilpa. As a result of which, fighting, not talking, abusing became a regular practice between us. I sometimes felt tired and cursed the day when I met her. Though I loved her truely and was sure, she will always be mine, I craved for my space and freedom. I hated to be ruled or instructed by some one, which she loved doing. Our conversations went to one hour from 12 hours and sometimes there were days we did not even speak.

I never realized this change, until one day,- Shilpa- Hi, you know we are meeting after almost a month. Remember we used to meet everyday. Me- Shilpa, lets talk about good things. You are looking really pretty. How good I am feeling to see you after such a long time.

Shilpa- Thanks, i….i want to confess something.

Me- what? I know you are sorry about your behavior and that’s alright, even I was at fault to have ignored you.

Shilpa- No Sid, I am not sorry and , and, and…..i am dating some one else, some one who loves me like hell. He cares for me and does everything I have ever wished for.

Me- I know you are kidding. Come on give me a kiss….(getting close to her)

Shilpa- Sid, its over

Saying this she left that place, and after that apart from orkut or facebook stalking, I never saw her again. I still wonder what made her leave me. I could not bear this fact that she had left me after a relationship of three years. Hell broke on me. I so damn missed her. I tried making a few phone calls, which she never picked, until one day I got to hear, “This number doesn’t exist”.

I, till date regret losing her and I am still craving to see her once, to ask her what went wrong, to apologize.

True Love- Part 1

There is this never ending combat between guys and girls, regarding loyalty and commitment in a relationship. Girls articulate guys are dogs, guys declare girls are bitches, but aren’t bitches meant for dogs? I am not here to take any one’s side, but to put frontward my story. People say, first love is the true love. Is it? Then why only 20% of people get married to their first love? Some also say that true love happens once. I say every love is a true love. I mean, can some one please tell me, what’s a false love?

My first true love and the worst ever break up-

My story commences a decade back. I some how managed to clear 12th standard, getting 45% marks, and still my family unit celebrated, for they never projected me to clear it in first attempt. No, I wasn’t either a dumbfuck. I scored less, because I played cricket.

Cricket, was my love, my life, my religion and Sachin Tendulkar, my god. My folks never showed any restriction towards my choice. I was truly, deeply, madly, crazily in love with cricket. For me, my routine was to get up early, take my bat and run into the fields, where I was the only king. Scorching sun, starvation, girls, nothing came between me and my love. Not blowing my own trumpet, but I played really well. I don’t remember myself scoring anything less then 25. Yes, I was loyal to my love. But like every love story has a villain, this, simplest of love story of mine had a villain too- future & career combo.

My father knew, it was not a cake walk, in this country of corruption, to become a cricketer. He, like any other father wanted me to become self-sufficient and established in life, of course by taking some government job or a respectable job, and not cricket.

I still remember my last day with my first love-

After 12th standards, before college could start, we had long vacations, like every body does. My only to- do for entire vacations was to play cricket from morning 5 to 9 at night. My dad could witness me getting deep into the same. It was my last day of the vacations-

Dad: Where were you from last 2 months?

Me: Dad, nowhere, I was here, at home itself. (Eyes down)

Dad: Really, but I don’t remember, when did I see you last time. What keeps you so busy?

Me: ( Without any shame) Cricket. I have to become a cricketer. Everybody is sure I will break Sachin’s record someday . ( My eyes sparkled )

Dad: Do you know Sunil, the one who resides beside kali temple. He and people around him believed same and today he is just a clerk. In name of milk, his wife feeds his kids with flour mixed water and jaggery.

Me: But..he did not (I could not complete my sentence as I saw dad taking bat into his hand and breaking it)

Dad: So, I hope you understand, it means you are not going to play cricket anymore and concentrate on studies. If not, u can walk over my dead body before doing the same.

Emotional blackmail is an integral part of every Indian family, I am sure. My heart broke into pieces. My love story ended. People cry for guys, people cry for girls. I cried for not being able to make cricket my destiny. That was the worst heart break I ever had.

Puppy Love- the Final part

I, by no means liked, to be called, a Principal’s son. I was haunted by these thoughts and so I detested going to school. These untimely transfers of my dad never really let me close to anyone ever in my life. To put it in uncomplicated words, I never had any friend till I met Rhea. I still bear in mind, the spark of her eyes, when she used to smile, or fight, or just steal a glance.

First time I saw her-

I was new to the school, and I was late by a period of four months. I found it embarrassing, the way teacher introduced, “This is Rahul, and he joins you all today, welcome him and don’t bully him, he is Principal’s son”. Oh, the most bizarre prologue ever. Sulking was the only option, but as soon as I raised my eyes, I saw a beautifully fascinating visage, sitting on the first bench, with the most enigmatic smile ever. “I need to talk to her, god, may I not be a Principal’s son”, I thought and wished.

We spoke for the first time-

Unfortunate circumstances help you win people. It worked for me. I had lost my notebook just before exams and was searching for the same. I inquired from each and every student, but the only one to revert was Rhea. Though, I found her revert, too harsh, I had bubbles in my stomach thinking, “Oh, she sounds so cute even if she is pulling my leg”. I realized much later that she was genuinely concerned.

We became friends-

Notebook incident got us closer. For me she was out of the ordinary. I don’t know, to term it as love or not, but yes she was my first friend ever and I guess first love as well. I still commit to memory, how cutely she taught me for exams nullifying my book loss, and thanks to her, I did fairly well.

Do you love him?

I was waiting for the day, to tell Rhea that I have started liking her and I want her for entire life. I could not do it, so I asked another classmate of mine, Shriya to ask her the same. Shriya asked Rhea, “So, do you love him?” My fingers were crossed but I guess she did not love me. At least it seemed from her reply. I had a minor heart attack. She left my bag in the class and I don’t remember her talking to me after this incident. I still mourn her loss. I lost a friend, I lost my first love.

Best friends became best of enemies

Soon we were the celebrated enemies of class. I was distressed that how could she not accept me or give me a second chance as a friend. She never ever looked at me. I tried my best to move on, but her face, I could just not stop looking at. Her prettiness seemed out of this world to me.

Her Last day in school

I had never thought, this day would ever come. I was too naive to understand that in lives, people come, people go. Was terrified and each and every word of my teacher pinched me. I still remember her exact statement,” Students, lets all wish Rhea a very good bye, her dad has got transferred and so she will have to leave us all”. I cannot visualize myself without her. I could not control myself and asked Rhea, “Can you please wait after the school gets over, I want to talk to you something. Please, once ,for the last time?”. Rhea did not say no.

I kissed her-

Rhea- What is it?

Rahul- ( idiot cant you see how desperately I want to be with you) Where are you going? You did not even tell me.

Rhea- I guess we were not talking, so why should I tell you.

Rahul- ( you chose not to talk, I always wanted to talk to you. We were friends,you should have told me you would be leaving soon. I need to say I love you no matter what) Coz I love you.

Rhea- what? How can you even say such kind of dirty words. We are here to study and love is meant for grown ups. And this was the reason I did not want to speak to you. Go away. ( Walking away from Rahul )

Rahul – ( oh what sort of double standard is this. You see Shahrukh’s movie and say loving is dirty ) I do love you. And I will wait for the day to grow up and love you again the way your Shahrukh does.

Rhea- (Stopped) What do you want?

Rahul- ( I want you stupid. I have to kiss her. She has to know how badly I want her )Just a goodbye kiss.

Rhea- chiii I don’t wish to get pregnant at this age. If you want you can do that .

(How would she get pregnant by a kiss. I always say, half knowledge is dangerous. Anyway leaving rest apart,I have to kiss her. Atleast ill be the firs ever kiss of her life she would never be able to forget )

I kissed her and we parted off.

Wait did not seem to get over-

I don’t know why in his world I was expecting a letter from Rhea which I never got. I remember a day, I was beaten by my mom to death, for no reason. I wonder was it something related to Rhea, she had known or had Rhea written a letter which my mom had read. Kept wondering and wait did not seem to get over. It was the time for my dad to shift to another place. We shifted and Rhea became a distant dream for me.

The new place-

We shifted to a new place with better people around. People were happy to see me, more gracious and friendly. I was overwhelmed, for first time in life I had a group of friends, of my own. I was enjoying each and every split second. I had every thing I wanted. Yes, I was also the one, to be surrounded by girls all the time. I enjoyed it though I was still trying to find Rhea or someone like her.

I met Rashmi-

A contented school life helped me do well in studies and I managed to get admission in one of the apex engineering colleges of the country. I felt blessed. I had everything I wanted. In college I met this crazy girl named Rashmi. Her craziness knew no boundaries. For her the only assignment of life was, to convince me, to say yes, to her proposal. I started liking her, but I did not love her. Yes, I am sure I did not love her. For somewhere my mind still craved for that reflection I still had, the image of Rhea. “Where would she be now? Is there any way I can be in touch with her? This time I would not let her go. I wont bother her by saying I love her. Infact I would act as if I don’t love her, and as soon as right time will come, I will propose her. Till then we will be friends”. I contemplated every night before going to sleep. Rhea had stolen my heart and my sleep for sure since ages. Yeah, Girls around me have successfully made me a drama king to think such a crap.

The Orkut era-

Orkut became a place for juvenile to show off. To show, if they are single or committed. To show, if they are happy or sad. To make someone jealous. And yes, it acted as the best tool for girls to do all the above mentioned activities. I simply hated orkut, specially when Rashmi put my pictures with her, that too with crazy captions.” From where the hell can she get such foolhardy captions”, I use to wonder.

Rashmi’s dream was to see me committed for her, yes, nowhere else, but on Orkut. How crazy can girls be at times. “Is there a single sensible girl on earth?”.

Friend Request from Rhea-

That day, silliness had no margins. Rashmi insisted to check her new display picture(DP) on Orkut. Which was, obviously with me. She cried a day long to convince me for that. Yes, what else could work better then tears for girls, when they have to persuade a guy. I signed in to Orkut. I saw Rashmi’s DP and trust me, it was disaster. I could not control my amusement and displeasure being a part of her DP.

I was about to logout, from Orkut, but then, my eyes witnessed a name, “Rhea Pillai”. “What?No!!!! Oh, yes…I have got a request from Rhea. This time, I cannot let her go.”

“Last time, I remember, saying “I love you” disturbed her a lot, and if she will have a slightest clue that I still love her, she would never ever talk to me.” I did not want to lose her again. I thought of an idea. Before accepting her request, I changed my relationship status from “single” to “committed”. “Atleast now she will be convinced that I don’t love her and we will be friends, close friends. When the time shall permit, I will propose her. No, wait, this is not enough to convince her, she was smart then, and now she would have got smarter.” To influence her more, I put my pictures with Rashmi, and accepted Rhea’s friend request.

My happiest moment soon became biggest misery of my life-

After adding Rhea, I was all sure things would get fine. But they did not. Next day, I could not find her in my friend list. To add more, there were celebrations and merriment around. Yes, Rashmi thought I have finally accepted her proposal and by now each of my friends thought so. I knew I was screwed. I knew it would be hard for me to tell every one, the reason behind my status being “committed”. So I did not bother to clarify. Hence, I was bounded, not to be single anymore.

I don’t know, what could have happened. Rhea had sent me a request, but then where did she go? Or was it some illusion I felt, like getting a friend request from her?

Being “committed”, when I was not really committed, sucked bigtime. “I wish Rashmi understands it some day.” I wished every night.

Rahul now-

Oh, I am a contented man. I am working for Cisco, my dream company. Rashmi has moved onto her next level, and is trying to convince me to marry her. These girls are too complicated. First they demand something to which they have hundreds of demand hidden.

I tried to, but could not love Rashmi. I wish I could tell her this someday. I am confused, will It be fair to tell her bluntly? I am still waiting for the love of my life. I do flirt with other girls. You know to get love of my life, trial and error works the best. Rhea …where is she? Ahhhh, enough of Rhea I guess. Diana is waiting for me to……….i know you guys are smart enough to understand. Ciao.

Puppy Love-Part 3

Rahul became, a nowhere to be found reminiscence, for Rhea. Her curriculum kept her occupied. She was not any more the same charismatic, chirpy and striking as she used to be. Course of incidents made her look older then her age. She became the least attractive lass of her college, for all she hunted to do was to study. She assumed, it was lack of her hard work, and concentration, that stopped her from being an IItian . Yes, she could not clear her entrance to be eligible for IIT. For now, she was part of a private engineering college. To make her present better, she just wanted to score unsurpassed and get placed in some good company. May be where IITians get placed.

The ORKUT era-

Social media had just taken its preliminary steps. Orkut was most fascinating tool for the juvenile of that generation. It was a blessing in disguise for the ones who did not have many friends or for those who did not have anything to do other then checking out other’s life. Regrettably, Rhea was one of them. She felt disregarded by god for putting her where she was. She never felt like talking with people but she loved checking updates and photographs of others, only leisure she had.

Shriya sends a friend request-

One swift day, Rhea finds a friend request, from Shriya, on Orkut. She could feel the blow of old thoughts, knocking her mind, all over again. All she wanted to ask Shriya was about Rahul,” Where is he?How is he?Did he miss me?, but she could not and restrained herself to making a simple post. “Nice to see you. How are you. Are you In touch with other classmates”.

Shriya did not seem to be much of an online person, for Rhea has been waiting for her reply, which she finally got after an interlude of 2 months. “Hi, I am doing well. Yes, I am in touch with all except Rahul. I don’t know where he is. His dad got transferred soon after you left this place and hence no whereabouts”.

Rhea sobbed entire night. “Yes, I still have feelings for Rahul, I still want to convene him. Where is he lost? He might be waiting for me somewhere. I need to know where he is. He is my love “, sulked Rhea.

Can Orkut Help?

It was weekend. Rhea already had her plans for the same. She knew she has to rummage around for Rahul and what else could be a better place then Orkut. She typed “Rahul Kapoor” and there were thousands of Rahul Kapoor. She felt lost and disheartened.

She managed to congregate the audacity and sat back unwavering. “No matter what, ill check all the profiles and ill find him”.

Rhea depleted 2 months checking thousands of profiles but she couldn’t. She lost all hopes and battered herself for thinking about Rahul again.

“Uh, books are my only best friend and true love, may be”. She smirked.

The day comes-

Like any run of the mill day, Rhea logged into her system, intending to stalk profiles and pass her time. “Should I give, one last try, again?” and she couldn’t stop her hands to type his name.

18th profile for the day, 19th profile for the day but she failed again. She was all swayed to log out but then her delight seemed no have no boundaries. “OMG, OMG,Rahul, I found him finally. Yes its him”. She patted herself for completing the heroic job. “Oh, his profile is locked. How would I know about his whereabouts? Never mind, ill send him a request. I am sure he must be waiting for it. I am sure he would jump to joy, after seeing me again. Once he adds me, ill fight with him, how could he not reply to my letters or I wont talk to him.” deliberated Rhea while sending Rahul the friend request.

Rahul adds Rhea-

Rhea was dreadfully waiting for the college to get over today for she knew Rahul would have accepted her request and he must be waiting to chat with her.

Rhea signs into the Orkut and yes she was correct. Rahul had accepted her interest. She was in the air and dancing and singing but nothing could confine her happiness. “Ive found the love of my life back, which I had lost because of my foolhardiness. I wont let him go anywhere now, ill embrace him tightly, everlastingly”.

It did not take a click’s time for Rhea’s to get traumatized. Rahul’s COMMITTED. She could not swallow what she saw on her screen . Rahul’s relationship status was committed. She did not take less then a minute to check his wall to find all the romantic posts he had dedicated to his girl friend.Rhea deleted and blocked Rahul from her list.

Further that, Rhea had hundreds of sleepless nights trying to forget Rahul. Blaming, cursing, abusing herself to have lost Rahul, when he told her upfront, “I love you. “

Rhea now-

Today Rhea is triumphant. She made it large and cracked the best company. She is all confident and back to her charismatic self. People around her love her,respect her. Rahul was the only person Rhea liked, but moved on calling it a Puppy Love. She is still single and all she is waiting for is her parents to search some one for her where she makes herself better by saying “My husband will be “the one” I have been waiting for, and this wait would be worth.

……………………….Arent you curios to know Rahul’s part of the story…hang on and wait for the concluding part……………………….

Puppy Love- Part 2

Rhea on no account felt so much emotionally involved with any of the places she had ever been. She couldn’t stop pondering about The School, Rahul and the kiss. She was feeling appalling about the day she clogged talking to Rahul just because someone asked her if she loved Rahul. What was erroneous in That? Why could not she continue talking to Rahul after that? What was his fault? If it was love why did not she accept it, if it was not why did she spoil her friendship with Rahul? Or may be she loved Rahul and she could not acknowledge it just because she was too conscious to accept it socially?

“Oh no, why did not I realize it before. I am missing him just too much. Or do I love him”? Wondered Rhea and cried alone, sitting in a large room, of a tall building. Yes, this was the new-fangled place she had shifted to. This city was much superior and sophisticated as compared to the ones she had ever been in her life.

The letter-

Rhea was full of euphoria to have discovered that she was in love. The love which Shahrukh talks about. The love which is out of the ordinary. The love which Rahul felt for her. She decided to surprise Rahul by letting him know that even she loves him and would wait to be together again. She firmed to write a letter.

Dear Rahul,

How are you? I am missing you a lot. I know even you would be missing me. Through this letter I just want to tell you that “I love you” and I will be waiting to meet you soon so that we can be together, forever. Do reply, I will be waiting for you reply.

Yours,

Rhea

Letter 2-

Days went by and there was no retort from Rahul. Rhea sulked but she knew that Rahul loved her. He might not have got the letter, so she made her mind up to write another one.

Dear Rahul,

How are you? I hope you are fine? I was worried to get no reply from your side. I am sure you did not get the first letter or else you would have replied. I know you would be very happy to know that even I love you a lot and I have realized it. I am just waiting for the day to get back to you. I also saw a dream last night, where we both were dancing on the track- “Ghode jaisi chaal hathi jaisi dum”. I cannot tell you how much I miss you. Do you miss me the same? Do you still love me? Do reply. If you wont, I will consider that you don’t love me anymore. But I know you will reply. I want to tell you one more thing. I cannot forget that moment when you kissed me and now I want to kiss you back.

Bye for now.

Yours,

Rhea

Wait did not seem to get over-

Rhea being a romantic idealist checked her letter box on a daily basis. To her utter disappointment, she never got any reply from Rahul. She felt conked out for a couple of days but higher classes and studies kept her eventful. She was now in 9th standard and she knew she had to crack IIT, therefore, she concentrated more on her studies and within a couple of days, Rahul was no more a part of her mundane contemplation.

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Puppy Love-Part 1

Rhea was new to the place, to populace, to surrounding and most importantly “The School”. Where most of the apprentice complete their schooling from the same school, it was third time she was changing her school, all thanks to her father’s transferable job. She was all apprehensive contemplating about her classmates she would be meeting the next day. She was worried if she would be able to make new friends, real close friends. To make herself feel enhanced, she joined her mother for a movie.”Dil toh Pagal hai” , how could she not see it, for her what all she knew about love was from Shahrukh’s movies and for her Rahul was the person she was, in the offing, for in her life. Being 10 years of age, though she was not very open to the emotion of love and being loved, but she saw in movies that its supposed to be a pleasant feel, completely out of this world. “So, ill marry Rahul,when ill grow up” said Rhea to herself.

Her first day at school-

She was utterly panicky as she was already late for the first lecture. “ May I come in” she said firmly and was let in by the teacher. Teacher introduced her to class 6th of 1998. She felt well again and sat on the first bench. That was the only place unoccupied.

Next few days-

It dint take much of time for her to make acquaintances. She was intellectual, gorgeous, compassionate and chatty. Soon she became apple of every teacher’s eye. She started loving the place more when she topped her half yearly exams.

The day she saw him for the first time-

The class was about to commence, but with the class teacher came a lad. Boy looked charming and fairly striking. Blue eyes made him look even more eye-catching. “This is Rahul, and he joins you all today, welcome him and don’t bully him, he is Principal’s son”. Students apparently did not like the fact that Rahul was Principal’s son. They could not connect to him and Rahul was left alone. Meanwhile Rhea had her own babyish dilemma with the name Rahul. “Is he the one. The man of my life.” She wondered sitting on the desk next to him. After a long interval, there were scarcely few days left for the final exams. She was sure that she is totally prepared and there is no one who can score more than her.

The day she spoke to him-

“Have you seen any blue-colored notebook in the class” asked Rahul to each and every student of the class, but no one really bothered to respond him properly. It was Rheas turn next. “ Have you seen any notebook lying in the class?” Rahul asked Rhea. “No, why? What happened? You have mislaid your book? There are barely few days left for the exams” replied Rhea in a calm tone which Rahul took as an offensive one and bashed her saying, “ None of your business, just tell me if you have seen it”. “ Uh, No. I am sorry” said Rhea perturbed. The day got over but Rahul was still sitting in the class unaided. His eyes were full of tears. Just then he heard some steps coming towards him. “Hey, can I lend a hand? Don’t worry, take my book, read it and give me back. Or we can do combined studies” approached Rhea. “I told you, not to bother, what have you appeared here for? To see me shed tears?” Rahul was disturbed. “No, I forgot my water bottle and so I came back. Please don’t take me off beam” reverted Rhea taking out a chocolate from her bag, which she always had in her bag, forwarding it to Rahul.

They became friends-

It took less then a week for Rhea to teach everything that Rahul had in his notebook. Results had come and it was Rhea again to score the uppermost. Rahul also managed to pass with fair marks. They went to an ice-cream joint and celebrated together. It did not take long for them to become friends, then very good friends and then best friends. They studied together, they ate together, they played together . After school they use to converse over the phone and after phone call they sat over internet to chat with each other for whole night long.

Do you love him?

It was a usual day. Rhea packed her bag and now she was packing Rahul’s bag, who had been to washroom. “So, do you love him?” came a voice. It was Shriya, another stunning classmate of Rhea.” What rubbish. Please don’t talk such kind of dirty talks” Rhea exclaimed and rushed leaving Rahul’s bag in the classroom itself. When Rahul was back, he couldn’t comprehend a bit of it and neither tried to.

Best friends became best of enemies

Rhea’s attitude changed after that day. She started ignoring Rahul. Rahul did not like it, but he thought Rhea would come on her own and talk. It did not take much of time for Rhea to hate Rahul and vice versa. They became famous fighters of the class. Meanwhile Shriya started liking Rahul and became good friends with and so Rahul did not really feel like he was missing Rhea. For Rahul, Rhea was special but he never wanted to take the first step to friendship again. Rhea started hating everything that was going around. Her grades dropped. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her. Days passed and they never verbalize again. Stealing looks had become something common for them.

Last day in the school.

“Students, lets all wish Rhea a very good bye, her dad has got transferred and so she will have to leave us all” said the class teacher. Each and every word pinched Rahul. He had hundreds of thoughts running in his mind. How would he be without getting to see her. To look at her and passing the time was his only to do for the entire day and only he knew that. He managed to gain guts and whispered to Rhea, “Can you please wait after the school gets over, I want to talk to you something. Please, once ,for the last time?” Rhea couldn’t say No.

He kissed her

School got over and soon there was no one left in the class barring Rhea and Rahul.

Rhea- What is it?

Rahul-Where are you going? You did not even tell me.

Rhea- I guess we were not talking, so why should I tell you.

Rahul- Coz I love you.

Rhea- what? How can you even say such kind of dirty words. We are here to study and love is meant for grown ups. And this was the reason I did not want to speak to you. Go away. ( Walking away from Rahul )

Rahul – I do love you. And I will wait for the day to grow up and love you again the way your Shahrukh does.

Rhea- (Stopped) What do you want?

Rahul- Just a goodbye kiss.

Rhea- chiii I don’t wish to get pregnant at this age. If you want you can do that
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Rahul kissed Rhea and they parted off.

………………………………………………………………..PART 1 ENDS-To be contd…………………………………………………….