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I nodded. New year night with us. Our lovely friend is throwing a party at her farmhouse. Great then! So that is your punishment, your act of contrition and all that crap! The nurse came to tell us that doctor was going to visit now, so we must leave the room. She was just like any other sentimental Indian mother, with a tired worried face, down with the burdens of a married life.

We moved towards the hospital exit and it was time to break the uncomfortable silence hovering between us. And then the girls had a little non-verbal conversation via eyes. I wondered why do girls prefer to exchange emotions via eyes. They are not trained at this. And then it is Us who is blamed for not understanding their feelings. I realized that there was no car. I buzzed Karan to get his car and reach the hospital as early as possible.

Karan, the driver for the day, was at our service in fifteen minutes. The ladies got seated at the back and we drove towards our destination.

I hugged and thanked the ass for his help in need. I rang the doorbell. Bladdered again? I ignored her, as always. You smell like morphine. I see. She ran to catch a hold of me as I laughed and ran forward. It had been so long that I had not had such brother-sisterribbing-moments with her. She pinched my ear and dragged me to mom who was serving dinner for me.

My sister gave a wild-cat look but finally joined us in the cheerful moment. I wrapped my hand around her shoulder and cuddled her. Times had changed me, but what exactly changed me was the question people asked, and I never had an answer! Mishka was trying the same thing I guess, her sudden new invitation even after meeting again after such a long time, smelled fishy to me.

Anyhow, family was a forgotten territory but not now. I felt a bit transformed again, the wheel of time always played purposely with me. I was experiencing this time and again in my life. Well, life is enigmatic. But it goes on, and I realized it again. She raised her sunglasses and rested them on her head. Devika it was! I was unable to recognize at first!

Anyways, how have you been there? Meanwhile Deb managed to smile with broken ribs standing beside the beauties. Everything was set. It was now the time to heave a sigh of relief. We claimed our coffee mugs at the large gathering hall in the farmhouse.

An ideal New Year celebration was going to happen right here, in front of our eyes. The setting was huge! Green dewy grass, dark foggy night, decorative lights added to the magnificence of the scene. The freezing wind chilled my body. Logs of wood were ready to be lit.

Food, drinks, music, everything altogether created an enthralling effect. Friends had started to gather. They greeted them warmly. Karan and Raman came a bit late, I hugged them. Loud music and party animals filled the place. Everyone shook their legs, ate their belly out and drank to the fullest.

It was good to see old acquaintances gather at one place. I drank a lot, indeed. Changing in every aspect is also bad. The music stopped for a minute. It was 12! We were in !

The music started again and it continued to become louder. I remember having dropped on the dance floor. Deb carried me to the couch. What for? I was drunk! I kissed Deb on his head. I really do! We all hugged each other! A few couples who were having their private moments were disturbed by my noise.

I gave them an embarrassed look and showed thumbs up! It was getting colder. The drunken party animals had started to disperse. Couples sat in corners kissing and cuddling each other. Deb left me alone to get something to fill his empty stomach. I focused hard to balance my head and looked around me. One of the duos was perhaps having a quarrel. I eavesdropped. She sighed and continued. I am sorry. I love you. But this is just not possible.

The guy was, in a moment, down in the dumps, his face turned pale and he fell on the ground. You have to live, you have to love.

The guy seemed deprived of life and I could visualize him as a crying statue. I had no control on my own body, but I stepped forward to help him. Tears trickled down my eyes. I patted his shoulder lightly and hugged him. He whimpered. He still was sitting dead, only tears giving sign of life in him.

The moment took me into my past. Everything was fresh and clear, every memory that I had erased burdened my chest. I started breathing heavily. Karan and Mishka came to help me. Deb arranged a couch for me near the bonfire. It was about AM. Almost everyone had left.

We were too tired to move. Mishka finally gathered the courage to draw near and demand the reason of my perpetual moaning. I was yelling like a madman. It was not only whisky this time. Something else had struck my chords!

Everyone ignored her. As Karan tried to say something but I interrupted him. Everyone started insisting. They were extremely interested in knowing my story, even Karan had some eagerness on his face, though he knew things but still was unaware of the whole story. Good friends always place your comfort as their first priority. I had no intentions of turning down their requests now or you can say the rolls down in my head provoked me to yell those moments of life.

It happened to me whenever I drank. I made up my mind to address the audience. I cleared my throat. Seeing me getting ready to be a story teller, everyone settled around the bonfire and looked eagerly at me. For a moment I felt like an old grandma being awaited to narrate a story to her children.

Something that totally changed me. I began… The fake smile is in place, the tears are well hidden, my eyes show nothing but my voice has a story to tell. The first glimpse of her which left me squandered. I was lost, she ruined me unknowingly. It was then, when my heart went astray, She made me fall, she inspired me up, she helped me to live and went away… First glimpse!

J uly 2, My secondary school boards were over. I had scored pretty average in them. Well, I had to change my school as my father wanted me to study in some good reputed school.

I was dragged away from my friends. I felt like a primary school kid, unwillingly sent to school that day.

This was the first time I saw her. I reached school in time, as it was my first day in the institution. To be more depressed, I had taken science stream. Everything was making me anxious. I felt an urge to run away. I personally believe that they should have been courteous enough to help me feel comfortable in this new school. Friends hugged each other as they were meeting after a long summer break.

But I had no one to even ask that how was I feeling, who the hell I was, no one bothered at all. The setting made me paranoid. An announcement swiped a sudden wave of discipline in the classroom. Everyone started leaving with their diaries. He was Rahul, the first guy I came across. He was a dark and handsome jaatt boy, as tall as a Lakers basketball player.

Come fast. We both left hurriedly. He got lost somewhere. I was in a hell, and I had no friends here. Surrounded with such crappy thoughts, I started finding where to stand. Finally I recognized a few faces from my class and stood behind them. The prayer started and I was least interested in anything. The weather was overcast. It seemed that the clouds would start crying anytime to sympathize with me.

A few drops were sensed by us on the bare skin. Meanwhile, our class prefect started doing her job. I could just hear her voice as she started checking from the last lad. She started dragging students out from the queue due to faults like long nails, dirty shoes, missing school belt and tie, or no diary!

Her voice was as soothing as of a nightingale. The moment she came to me, I turned my head upright looking straight at her, she was almost four inches shorter than me, so I looked down into her eyes.

A tremor rushed within my muscles which made me realize that they too existed in my body. Those twinkling eyes were trying to ask something but I had no answers at all. My mouth was left open for next ten seconds. I felt choked and was unable to breathe. She was a rare beauty. She was not too fair, no long hair. A frame of thick-black spectacles covered her beautiful brown eyes. She was as not beautiful as someone descended from heavens but indeed too beautiful to any human eye.

She made a pony tail, looked worried, small nose, red lips, a mole signifying her beauty on her lower lip at the left. Gorgeousness diffused in the air slowly.

We both looked at each other. I could not move from my place, my body was almost paralyzed. My heart skipped beats for the first time on seeing a girl.

Perhaps because I was standing so close to a girl after such a long time. Lastly I remember I was so close to my first crush in 6th standard. We both tried to kiss for the first time so disastrously that we ended up doing nothing in trepidation, may be because we were not clear about this procreation system of humans.

Those words still strike my chords. Coming back to my close encounter with a gorgeous girl and my madly beating heart! She looked at me from my shoes to my hairstyle, very keenly. Am I looking handsome? Will she be impressed? I realized she was probably checking for errors. It was my tendency to get covered with sweat and my body froze whenever someone asked me something looking straight into my eyes. She did the same, perhaps more. She took everything away from me in her first sight.

I looked somewhere else to get back to life. She held my hand to drag me out of the queue and to present me in front of our tough disciplinary in-charge. As soon as she left my hand, the magic broke off, but the sensations remained resonant in me for the following minutes. We both looked at the vault of heaven together, randomly. It drizzled, and then the raindrops instantly gathered speed and volume.

I was not yet out of the spell of Miss Perfect, and this captivating natural affair was just too much for me to tolerate. There was a sudden explosion of magnificence around me. It started raining hard, the monsoon had arrived. I had never found rains any tempting. But this time, I anticipated something new, something better, something drastic, something special and that too for myself. Leaving every job of hers aside, she hurriedly took her umbrella out from her backpack, standing a few inches away from me.

Her hurried hands brushed against my forearms several times. A chaotic situation occurred all around us. The wind had no direction, so did I. I just looked at her and smiled at what she was doing.

Her hair was too anxious to come out of the lock up of her rubber band and enjoy the bilateral flowing of breeze. She tried to tuck them, simultaneously doing the umbrella job. She looked sweet like honey and innocent like an infant.

She did what she liked, leaving everything behind, tried to open her umbrella but the wind whooshed every appreciating attempt made by her. She was self-contained too, I concluded.

I took the umbrella from her in ease and opened it, looking straight into her eyes. For anyone in the world, it was just another pictureperfect scene but for me it was destiny. I started breathing heavily. Karan and Mishka came to help me. Deb arranged a couch for me near the bonfire. It was about AM.

Almost everyone had left. We were too tired to move. Mishka finally gathered the courage to draw near and demand the reason of my perpetual moaning. I was yelling like a madman. It was not only whisky this time. Something else had struck my chords! Everyone ignored her. As Karan tried to say something but I interrupted him.

Everyone started insisting. They were extremely interested in knowing my story, even Karan had some eagerness on his face, though he knew things but still was unaware of the whole story. Good friends. I had no intentions of turning down their requests now or you can say the rolls down in my head provoked me to yell those moments of life.

It happened to me whenever I drank. I made up my mind to address the audience. I cleared my throat. Seeing me getting. For a moment I felt like an old grandma being awaited to narrate a story to her children. Something that totally changed me. I began…. The fake smile is in place, the tears are well hidden, my eyes show nothing but my voice has a story to tell. The first glimpse of her which left me squandered.

I was lost, she ruined me unknowingly. It was then, when my heart went astray , She made me fall, she inspired me up, she helped me to live and went away…. J uly 2, My secondary school boards were over. I had scored pretty average in them. Well, I had to change my school as my father wanted me to study in some good reputed school. I was dragged away from my friends. I felt like a primary school kid, unwillingly sent to school that day.

This was the first time I saw her. I reached school in time, as it was my first day in the institution. To be more depressed, I had taken science stream. Everything was making me anxious. I felt an urge to run away. I personally believe that they should have been courteous enough to help me feel comfortable in this new school.

Friends hugged each other as they were meeting after a long summer break. But I had no one to even ask that how was I feeling, who the hell I was, no one bothered at all. The setting made me paranoid. An announcement swiped a sudden wave of discipline in the classroom. Everyone started leaving with their diaries. He was Rahul, the first guy I came across. He was a dark and handsome jaatt boy, as tall as a Lakers basketball player.

Come fast. We both left hurriedly. He got lost somewhere. I was in a hell, and I had no friends here. Surrounded with such crappy thoughts, I started finding where to stand. Finally I recognized a few faces from my class and stood behind them. The prayer started and I was least interested in anything.

The weather was overcast. It seemed that the clouds would start crying anytime to sympathize with me. A few drops were sensed by us on the bare skin. Meanwhile, our class prefect started doing her job. I could just hear her voice as she started checking from the last lad.

She started dragging students out from the queue due to faults like long nails, dirty shoes, missing school belt and tie, or no diary! Her voice was as soothing as of a nightingale.

The moment she came to me, I turned my head upright looking straight at her, she was almost four inches shorter than me, so I looked down into her eyes. A tremor rushed within my muscles which made me realize that they too existed in my body. Those twinkling eyes were trying to ask something but I had no answers at all. My mouth was left open for next ten seconds.

I felt choked and was unable to breathe. She was a rare beauty. She was not too fair, no long hair. A frame of thick-black spectacles covered her beautiful brown eyes. She was as not beautiful as someone descended from heavens but indeed too beautiful to any human eye. She made a pony tail, looked worried, small nose, red lips, a mole signifying her beauty on her lower lip at the left.

Gorgeousness diffused in the air slowly. We both looked at each other. I could not move from my place, my body was almost paralyzed. My heart skipped beats for the first time on seeing a girl.

Perhaps because I was standing so close to a girl after such a long time. Lastly I remember I was so close to my first crush in 6 t h standard. We both tried to kiss for the first time so disastrously that we ended up doing nothing in trepidation, may be because we were not clear about this procreation system of humans.

Those words still strike my chords. Coming back to my close encounter with a gorgeous girl and my madly beating heart! She looked at me from my shoes to my hairstyle, very keenly. Am I looking handsome? Will she be impressed? I realized she was probably checking for errors. It was my tendency to get covered with sweat and my body froze whenever someone asked me something looking straight into my eyes.

She did the same, perhaps more. She took everything away from me in her first sight. I looked somewhere else to get back to life. She held my hand to drag me out of the queue and to present me in front of our tough disciplinary in-charge. As soon as she left my hand, the magic broke off, but the sensations remained. We both looked at the vault of heaven together, randomly. It drizzled, and then the raindrops instantly gathered speed and volume.

I was not yet out of the spell of Miss Perfect, and this captivating natural affair was just too much for me to tolerate. There was a sudden explosion of magnificence around me. It started raining hard, the monsoon had arrived. I had never found rains any tempting. But this time, I anticipated something new, something better, something drastic, something special and that too for myself. Leaving every job of hers aside, she hurriedly took her umbrella out from her backpack, standing a few inches away from me.

Her hurried hands brushed against my forearms several times. A chaotic situation occurred all around us. The wind had no direction, so did I. I just looked at her and smiled at what she was doing. Her hair was too anxious to come out of the lock up of her rubber band and enjoy the bilateral flowing of breeze. She tried to tuck them, simultaneously doing the umbrella job. She looked sweet like honey and innocent like an infant. She did what she liked, leaving everything behind, tried to open her umbrella but the wind whooshed every appreciating attempt made by her.

She was self-contained too, I concluded. I took the umbrella from her in ease and opened it, looking straight into her eyes. For anyone in the world, it was just another picture- perfect scene but for me it was destiny. She took the umbrella and ran off like a toddler, laying out a thousand drops with her. She was ignorant too, a little less humble, but despite of all that she was totally adorable.

She left, but my eyes refused to leave her sight. She had devastated the peace of my life, the stability was all gone. I was left with nothing but hastened heart beats and a muddled up life. By the time I gained some awareness of myself and my environs, I was too dripped and almost transparent with my insides, upper ones. Conserving the exquisite experience of my life, I left for my classroom. This was the first and last interaction we had for the next one year. Such a poor lad I was if you ask me.

I noticed her every time but never had guts to talk to her. Later I stopped doing that and kept myself away from her and her friends. Though I was never close to her, but whatever! Days lapsed on, in agony of science, my mother compelled me to join some institute for cracking IIT entrance test but I knew what I was capable of, I wanted to be a newsperson.

Somehow this year passed with a dozen of question banks and lonesomeness. Soon I started losing contact with my old school friends, even with some of my best friends too. Everything was changing at quite a fast pace. I was not even getting time to think where was I heading to.

Life was going too colorless. No hangouts, no partying, no good friends even. I missed my old buddies like anything. Though we met on some Sundays but that was not even one percent of the fun we used to have together.

We all were changing, half the time we spent together, went in making ourselves comfortable with each other. But somewhere deep inside, we knew we loved and cared for each one. I too lived occasionally. Some good guys always helped and made me realize that I was not all alone.

In the meantime, 11 t h standard passed, and I had come across many new people who soon had become good friends, good enough to be invited to birthday parties, good enough to go out on trips, good enough to encourage to tell lies at home, good enough to motivate to drink, and good enough to teach you to have a better perspective towards life. School Days. B irthdays often bring you in limelight and make you feel special.

It may be a big. You expect gifts and blessings and birthday wishes, others look out at your pocket. This was going to be one such day. Officially I was 18 today, legally eligible in few more aspects of life.

These were the times when Orkut was murdered by Facebook. These were the times when girls were no more cautious about wearing shorts and skirts that measured just a few inches, openly. These were the times when laptops came in hand instead of assembled PCs at home; times when friends were not easily found; times when I missed my old friends during the blank moments of my life.

Changes were surrounding me, and more were ready to strike me soon. That day, we just had a usual break. We conquered seats for ourselves. Grabbing a seat in his 10X10 dhaba was nothing less that conquering it.

I remember my last birthday when a group of twenty students made me stand on a table of surely larger canteen than this and compelled each and every student present there to sing a birthday jingle for me.

It indeed was so special. I was missing them badly today. Aniket was a happy-go-lucky guy, full of zip. People said that we looked like twins, his build-up, complexion and even way of interaction was equivalent to me to some extent. Just an evening with some friends, then dinner with family. By the time the Jaatt boys Oshit and Rahul were busy sucking their respective cocks, oh cokes I mean. Their hands were fully dripped with Daal and Sabzi but no matter what, they were enjoying every sip of it.

We were just left with ten more minutes for the break, but Karan the foodie demanded for more. He was a fatso, with brains but no skill to utilize it.

His parents actually dreamed of it, he as just a victim, bless the child my lord. But, whatever I had money, so it was just an example here. Anything else guys? Aarav are you coming with. I turned my eyes straight at him, guzzling my coke and the bell rang, signifying the. I went back to the counter and paid for the meals. My reply remained pending for the time being. We went back to our class, climbing the stairs quickly. I saw Anamika there, still tittering with her mates Sunaina and Shanaya.

Anamika and Shanaya were still giggling on some of their silly-girlish-issues. They were a big group of friends but I was still not a permanent member on their frequent outings. Her brown eyes looked so deep and beautiful without her specs.

I had an amazingly awkward eye contact with her, amazing for me, and perhaps awkward for her. To be frank, I could see nobody around us that very moment, my all focus was shifted on her now.

She was not sensual. She was angelic, simple, yet exceptionally beautiful. I mean why do girls do this time, they utter something silly and laugh alone at it,. Sunaina was a total chatter box, she never kept shut even if she was not a part of ongoing conversation. Giving advices, taking advices and asking countless questions was the only thing was she was familiar with, average by looks but still sweet and spicy.

She raised her hand, no, not to slap me, but to wish me. In a moment, I swallowed. The adrenaline gushed through me and my hands became. I hesitated in touching her beautiful hands with my filthy sweaty ones.

We shook hands, while Shanaya sat on the seat in a very seductive posture, crossing her legs and her extremely short skirt was giving a full view of her insides. Every next guy was staring at her with widened eyes and a drooping tongue.

Though, I stared at them once for some microseconds only, Anamika being the reason. Otherwise, I would have just umm…well, leave it. Shanaya had unbearable sexy legs with some good influencing curves, not very fair. An easily noticeable layer of makeup highlighted her heart shaped face and made her cheek bones more prominently visible. Thanks Ana. Chaos occurred all around for settling down. It was our physics teacher Manju Kharbanda who shouted like hell even when talking normally.

Hence, the students preferred not to give her any chance to pump-up our ear drums. She taught some magnetism thing that day. I just remembered one magnetic attraction in the world. I was the magnetic material whose all domains were now aligned in the direction of the girl who was now moving out of my sight.

Anamika and Shanaya left for their classes. We all were almost standing together but I took that for me and I smiled too. My accelerated heartbeats became normal soon. Aarav, would you please enlighten the class on ferromagnetism? That was my physics teacher. I just stood up and looked here and there for help. Coffee Cupcakes 5. Can You Name this Kitchen Equipment?

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