"Oops!! Oh God! What the hell you want outa me !!!" My impetuous anger bursted out exactly in such manner. That was the first time I had been entrapped in such a predicament where one could hardly discern the door to escape, so far as my memory is concerned. My mom feeds me two pieces of almond everyday, however I've still not recuperated from the illness of forgetfulness..ohh..sorry sorry I don't mean to mislead you by confessing all these. Don't get too much inquisitive about the genuineness of my story here. Be sure what I am sharing with you is truly authentic. To the worst I might get jumped over some moments. Yeah, I find this incident that happened to me lasting for eras and eras. Such was the impression he casted on me. It had been few minutes I was standing aside the door in the outside veranda of library when he reckoned to me. He said “hi” and I confused and bemused lately replied “hello”. I guess I was vivid pink at the time. I slowly raised my eyes and got acquainted with his features. He was seemingly tall with his Lin figure , may be between 5 '8' and 5'9'. His dusky skin tone suited him well. Yaar...he was a good looking hunk. I liked him secretly, though pretended to ignore him. For a time I became unaware of my condition. Suddenly the passive dilemma activated and I was again intoxicated by the pain of it when he curiously asked me about my standing there just so. I said I was waiting for the rain to recede. Though I knew it was not going to happen soon. The rain had just started and seemed to get more intense with the time passing by. The library was closed at 4:00 pm and it was already 4:17 in my watch. Most of the guys and girls had already moved on. Moreover the scenario appeared 7 at the 4. I was incessantly driven into the agony.
“I've got an Umbrella . I don't mind sharing it with you...if you don't mind...”
His words became my panacea. The pain existed no more. I nodded and we headed. It's nearly impossible to find the public vehicles in that place. There's no usual route for micros and you are very much fortuitous if you could catch a taxi there. So its a need to walk for more than 20 minutes to get the bus. Thank god he too shall walk for nearly same time to get in his place which he said was quite near to the bus station. However he would still have escorted me to to the station though he didn't had to walk that much; he was the sort of that. I could feel. Just when we were out of the USEF's compound , it was he again who woke up the words. He asked me my name. I said 'sudha'. I thought I sounded a bit distinct, some what eccentric. I don't know why but I do feel so. It had never been so easy for me to pronounce my name, though my dad once told me that my name was short , simple and easy to pronounce, yet possessed a profoundly beautiful meaning and that's why he opted for this one. Anyway let it go. I could never find the reason behind my difficulty...I guess. May be it does happens to everyone. But contradicting my thought , he answered me eloquently “Nitin” in a heavy air of attitude. It was a positive one, he was extremely honest in his way. I asked him about the test he was appearing . He told me that he was preparing for the SAT and hadn't registered the test yet. He further added that he had just appeared the final examination of the grade 12 . Ahh....I breathed a long breath. Finally I could manage the whole lot of comfort for myself. He was junior to me :) .And now the coin altered; it was I who inflamed the conversation. With my newly gained comfort , I asked him in a regal tone “ so what are you thinking to do? ..what's your plan? “
“going to US.”
“hey..I could know that ..I was asking about your future plan..about what you wanna study there?”
“of course film-making. You know I love watching movies as well. I spent every weekend watching five movies to the least. You know, but I'm quite sure one day I'll make better films than those I've watched. I will.”
He said it with an astounding confidence. Though, I remain unamazed. The scene was not new to me . It was my own faded picture in a revived version that was stirring me up with the repeated use of “you know” and “I will”. Few involuntary drops of water roll down through my eyes. Believe me they were not tears; I didn't meant to roll them down. Still they were conspicuous in my eyes. He was suddenly jabbed by the pain he perceived in my eyes and hastily departing from the beautiful world of dreams and accomplishments asked me why I was crying. I assured him that I wasn't crying by saying that some sort of loess or insect entered my eyes. He took out the handkerchief from his pocket and looked for that unavailable extraneous entity in my eyes. He could find nothing. He then kept back the handkerchief in his pocket and asked me ,“ You're feeling okay??”
I was swept away by the unruly Tsunami of fear and emotions in a land uncanny to this world yet normal to me. However I could still manage the sort of normal look for this paranormal world and reacted as if nothing happened to me. But I forgot where we were in the midst of conversation. Thankfully I heard him talking to me “Are you alrite now?”
“Yes, yes I am.” I answered in a fine tone. I hoped he was completely assured then. Nonetheless a slight inkling of discomfort was still there tinkling in his visage.
“Which movie actor you like then?” I asked him in an effort to normality.
“Robin Williams..you know he is superb in Dead Poets Society..you watched the movie ??”
Now I was relieved . That insane discomfort had vanished from his face. In fact he seemed really excited.
“Nah..but will watch it for sure. Robin Williams is my favorite too.” I replied .
It might seem weired but I admit, within some minutes I became overly fond of him. The platonic love intensified in a rapid speed; might be because our weariness was compatible or our eccentricity deviated in a same direction. Though I couldn't discern exactly what it was that intensified the flame, I am more than sure, it was a kind and beautiful soul that set on the fire. Soon we reached the station. I was not willing to accept this one..though had to. I caught the bus, went inside and sat aside the window. He was there outside,and then only we exchanged good-byes. He seem to abhor this moment. A clear distaste was explicit in his face, however he could still manage a smile. I was stabbed . Trust me he had a killing smile!! He sheltered me from the rain, still I didn't return unwetted. I was unduly besotted by his charm. The bus moved . I took out the book named “You can win” by Shiv Khera from my bag, holded it on for some seconds and kept it back; thought will not need it onwards. I then closed my eyes...