Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Love Nowhere (2)







        Vina was one of the girl from all those girls liked by Narendra. So, whatever you are thinking is absolutely right that she was a choice of Narendra at first, not me.

        She was from CS-2, the another section of my branch, Computer Science. And Narendra was from the same section. I was from CS-1. When first time Narendra did talk about her to me, I thought about her that okay, I will see her, choice of Narendra can't be bad. 

        After more than one week of this talk, we were going to college, our MIT. I remember, it was lunch time and we went to hostel to have lunch. After having lunch, we were going back to college and suddenly,

 "hey, see you all, Vina is going there!", Narendra said.

 "Where?", I said curiously.

        And he pointed his finger towards her. I saw her, but she was going and not coming. I saw her from back. I remember, she was in pink suit at that time, which soon became my favourite suit for her.

       Next day, again Narendra told me that see, she is there. But  she was on some distance and I was just able to see her side face. She was in a blue suit, a no design fully blue suit, same as pink one. I thought she must be a silent and decent girl after analyzing her outfits. But that day also, I didn't see her face, a full, clear and clean image, that could run in my mind. 

       It was one more week after that incident. I never saw her during this week because it was Narendra only that could introduce me with her and he was from another section, So it was hard to meet him when Vina is also present. Here introduction means, he will point to her and I will see her, that's it.

       During this week, many times he talked about her to me and I thought about her that I have to see her. 

       My curiosity to see her was increasing day by day because of such incidents like she is in front of me, but I was not able to see her face. Sometimes side face, sometimes backside. Whatever going on was just out of my mind. But one day, I became successful, and it had to happen.

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