Semester of Love – II

{If you haven’t read the Part I, read it from here.}

What’s with two persons that they can’t live without each other? What’s it that makes us so helpless, so incomplete, so in-content? Why does the absence of just one person makes the life miserable? Why do we love someone so much that we can’t help?

Yeah… Why do we love someone so much that we can’t help?

It’s all love. When it beckons, we can do nothing but follow. Follow it to the heavens and hells of life. And today, Nirup had quite a glimpse of both when saw her name in the attendance list. At first, it just reminded him his old days for a flicker of a second. But as he looked around & spotted her long, straight and the same beautiful hairs, he was dazed. She was Nishita Shah, sitting in the first row-corner. ‘Experimental methods & analysis’ – that’s what they call the course. But it had never been so happening.

***

{Later at night’

Nishita’s room…As she writes her first page…}

“27th July, 2009

Day 1 @ IIT Delhi

Dear Diary,

Yes, yes, yes…I know you won’t believe it, but he’s in my class! I saw him. This is so unexpected…!! I always had a hint that God was framing my life for me, but I never knew he’d been doing it so beautifully…”

***

{At my room, the same time.}

“So she’s a Matki?” I asked.

“Yep, Design Engineering.“ Nirup quoted.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Checked her entry no., checked the website.”

“But how the hell she’s in AML130? You can’t do a 100 level course at PG level…” I retorted.

“Only if you aren’t doing an interdisciplinary M.Tech…. Oh Comeon!! Don’t bore me by asking the f**king academic criteria of IITD…” He countered.

“Alright.”

***

(At her room… continued)

“It feels like I’m on the seventh-cloud now. How can this be possible? Ahhhh….Who cares! All I know is I’m damn happy. I guess he saw me too. He’s still as handsome and cute as he’s always been. Ohh God!

Did he really see me today? If he had, he would have talked to me. Ohh no!! He’s always been too shy. Don’t you remember the bus stop? The stupid couldn’t even approach to me for a year. Everyday he would hang his grimy bag on his shoulders and stand alone on the bus stop just to stare me. Didn’t he ever realize how weird it looked! But perhaps, that’s what I liked the most. Don’t you remember the days when I used to stay awake late nights thinking about him, when I dress up in my uniform as nicely as I could, when I used to pray that someday he would come and talk to me. Nirup Joshi…my first and only love!!

But alas… he had to be sheepish. An intelligent one though – cleared JEE which I couldn’t.”

***

“So what’s your plan now?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t know.” Nirup replied. He looked unrestful and maybe, sentimental.

“Do you still love her?” I asked carefully.

“Perhaps not.”, He paused, “It’s been such a long time.”

***

“I knew he loved me too. Although, he didn’t say anything, I’d seen it in his eyes that night in the train. I still don’t know why I couldn’t resist myself going near him for the poor excuse of using the toilet. I guess he  got a hint. He must have, it was all in my eyes too. I really loved him. I wish I could have told him but I didn’t. He had his awesome career as well as wonderful college life awaiting for him at IIT. Saying anything would have been so inappropriate and embarrassing. I went inside the washroom and cried. I cried my eyes out. Why life acts so weird sometimes?

I didn’t sleep that night.”

***

“Tell me one thing, why don’t you have a girlfriend yet?” Finally I couldn’t stop myself asking that.

“I’m not sure I follow?” He raised his eyebrow.

“See… to be very frank, you’re one of the most awesome guys I know. You’re smart, well-mannered, intelligent. But I’ve never seen you into girls a lot.”

“Honestly, I don’t feel like I need a girlfriend, or a friend as a girl for that matter.” He explained.

“Are you sure it has nothing to do with Nishita?”

He took a while and said:

“No, I’m not.”

***

“But I guess everything happens for good only. The wonderful 4 years of college healed everything. I could also pursue my dream for IIT again. The GATE result made it come true. I knew he is in Delhi. And so I took the chance of switching the discipline to Applied Mechanics and choosing IITD over others. I had no idea that it would work out so fantastically. Life really do acts weird sometimes. This is incredible.

I don’t know if he still feels the same for me. I don’t know if I too still love him or not even. Possibly, he could be in a relationship. Or ‘relationships’ by now.  I don’t wanna think about it.

The coincidence is much more than I’ve ever wanted. I need nothing else. And that’s the beauty of it.

Good Night.”

***

{Three Boring Days Later}

Better late than never, he reached to her as she entered into the class. Sometimes crossing the road isn’t as difficult as it seems.

“Excuse me, are you Nishita? From Gwalior?”

She looked at him. Yes, she was Nishita Shah, but only more beauteous and alluring than she used to be 4 years ago.

“Yeah… I guess we know each other, don’t we?” She replied being elated.

“Yes, we do. I’m Nirup.”

“What do we do now?” She asked him as the professor entered.

“Let’s just sit together and pretend we like each other.”

***

Why do we love someone so much that we can’t help?

It’s all love. When it beckons, we can do nothing but follow. And so the ‘Semester of Love‘ embarks.

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PS — It’s all love.

PS — One of the most complicated fictions I’ve ever dealt.

PS — In your face Aakash Kushwaha, you lost !! HIMYM is better than Friends.

PS — No more PSs.

PS — Chao!!:P

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