His heart was beating - beats everyday, nothing new; but today it felt different. It was jumping, and quivering, at a rather fast pace. He could nearly visualise his heart dancing like he did when he was happy, excited and wanted to celebrate - yes this music of the heart just matched with the music-less jump-filled kiddish dance of his. He loved to call it a dance just so that he could boast that he has danced with happiness on numerous occasions.
He grinned. The grin had nothing to do with the heart beats, not directly at least. He had lot more important things to think about right now. Yes, “important” things.
He rolled on his 5’x6’ hostel room bed to face the ceiling. The ceiling fan was rotating but he did not feel the breezy gusts - he just grinned. The sunlight was on his face but he did not blink; he could not concentrate, could not think - he just kept looking at the fan without feeling anything.
She was looking infinitely beautiful today, inexplicably beautiful. She looked so beautiful that he, addicted to her beauty as he was, could not concentrate on even a single concept of transformers discussed in the class, nor the story written by some arbitrary writer that the English professor tried to explain, not the projector, the peers to his left or the peers to his right. Suddenly she had become the only interesting someone in the entire lecture gallery, and the entire probably 2200 acres' campus. He wanted to talk to her after the day’s classes got over but even before he could realise, she had disappeared somewhere in the dispersing crowd - he could just catch a glimpse of her long black hair speeding on a cycle out of the complex.
He saw something in the fan that instigated him to slip out his cell phone from his right pocket and dial 900*******, one of the only 5 numbers he remembered… the other four being his own, his brother’s and parents’. He did not know what he would talk about… could not explain why he wanted to talk but just wanted to talk…
DAMN… he could not hear the ring… his spare cell’s audio system had not been giving too much friendly behaviour since past few days… Felt like throwing the cell out of the window of this third floor room… but he didn’t…Instead he texted………
“There?”
reply: “Yeah…”
“My phone’s speakers are not working… wait…”
reply: “I’ll ttyl… I am going to ccd…”
“I am sleeping… I am sick,” he lied.
He rolled over to face the window… something in his stomach felt uneasy… something he
didn’t like… so he turned again…
“Kitne jaa rhe ho?”
And he waited, expecting no reply to this sms… but the reply came…
reply: “Me Vineet and Naveen”
Even this position also started giving some problems… he returned to again facing the ceiling… but even that was uncomfortable… So he sat up…
“Ok.. cool”
After a few seconds he felt like typing in.. “Can I come join too?” but then decided otherwise…
He again lied down… changed sides too frequently for few seconds and
“When are your classes ending today?”
And he left his cell in his room and went outside.. he came back to see:
“5:30”
“She will call me after 5:30 today,” he thought.
He lied down again… looking at the ceiling fan blankly…
He did not feel like going to the classes. He called up one of his friends… the damned speaker worked this time and “Abey, aaj proxy laga dena.” “Sala TU class miss karega?” “Tabiyat kharab h” “Okay”.
His thoughts dwindled and swirled back to his classroom... There she was farthest end in her row .. here he was in the farthest side in his row... such a huge gap between them two... so many students in between... He liked looking at her... The hopeless students, her friends, his friends often tucked in their heads in his line of view... Those were currently the most intriguing momments of his life... He often prayed for some invisible ink to paint those poky noses invisible :/
Also often he tried to negotiate with God to get the class disappear for at least 5 minutes... What would he not give just to be with her and look at her for indefinite span of time... to talk to her with no "ttyl"s, "incoming-another-call" beeps or waiting for the "reply-that-never-comes"...
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When he woke up he was soo disappointed.. "It was just a dream??"
Whatever, he looked at the table-clock and his heart started racing 5:25 pm....
What happens next can be predicted by anyone exposed to bolly films.. no one calls and he spends next 80 mins glancing at the clock and the cell about 120 times each...Each time he would get even more disappointed that there was no missed call or text...
He texted at around 6:50 "Free huwi?"
Waited for 30 seconds for a reply, felt impatient, and called..
"Trringg... Trringg... Trrinng... The subscriber you are trying to call is busy. Please try again later."
She must be busy.... She'll call back!
And the call never came...
The evening was full of activities but was boring... He had started feeling FB is boring.. reason: She doesnt come online... He texted a lot of times, for none of which was there a reply. He had skipped lunch.. he skipped dinner.. he slept early that day around 12.. before he felt asleep an inexplicable tear erupted from the corner of his eye. The room was dark... the weather was still and he slid is cell phone on and typed in the last sms for the day... "You know what? Never in my life had I wanted to talk to someone like I wanted to talk to you today.. Talk about what I really don't know.. I don't know why I wanted to talk.. But what I know is I wanted to talk.. Turns out "Mother Nature" was against me.. :'( :(
Good night..
Bye............."
He kept the cellphone away.. wriggled on the bed to get comfortable and breathed out, "The reply will never come..."
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This was an excerpt from something which I consider as one of my worst attempts to imagine something...The best part of the story is the main characters are not names but pronouns!!! (I just realised that)
Whatever, the thing I want to get cleared is: This is just a figment of my imagination and has nothing to do with me or someone else. (This was especially for Nishant Bhaiya if he happens to read this :P)
I have been told I am pathetic at imagining love stories, thus I want comments on this...
P.S.: I know there are grammatical mistakes and I know where they are... don't point them out (hehe)
