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I’m confused weather to cry at my fate or laugh at the choosing my occupation . I’m a song writer,A singer though as well but I chose physcology as my career A subject which teaches to deal with emotions and at the moment I’m the most confused persons regarding my true feelings .
I reached the college and entered my class . Students were patient..seems they really like the subject. I was in no mood to teach and so decided have some conversations with my fellows.
“heyy miss. I’m sanju…i wanted ask that have you ever fallen for somebody” asked a curious student.
“sorry dear…but NO” I replied with the biggest lie of my life.
and at some or the other point I was correct as well. the one whom I love doesn’t seems to love me and I cannot live with a grief of my incomplete one sided love story.
“what’s your favourite”
“Shi…” I was going to answer his name but then asked ‘what’ not ‘who’ is my favourite .
“It definitely has to be pasta dear!..but since it’s human physche we want things which we cannot get …so I prefer ice creams too but it’s a bit difficult to get them in Himachal you know ” …A warm smile crept on my face. look at the irony of my life .
and the questionnaire went on gleefully .
it busted some confidence and some peace in me .
with a sigh i had started to leave for my home when the college hour finished in the afternoon but then was i dreaming . was I?? seriously?
I rubbed my eyes in order to get a clear view .
I could see a no. of students gathered round an ICE CREAM VENDOR!
“Miss…look here ..seems like God’s too graceful on you. just a wish for an icecream and you have a vendor of the same here” said the very same over exited sanju admist the crowd .
certainly i was thinking the very same . I mean how could it be possible .
few of the students seized my shoulders and took me to the vendor .
He was not an ugly looking fellow though dressed in a rural fashion in a kurta and dhoti along with a ruddy turban. and most importantly accompanied by a pair of bluish green orbs. His eyes seemed too familiar to me . I felt to get drown in them . nevertheless They were the same looking as those of shivaay’s. caught up sudden embarrassment i moved my gaze from HIM.
“Ha to bataiyye Annika madamji! kya lengi aap”
for a moment I felt he deliberately changed his accent . He barely sounded like a bihari chord admist perfectly leanered English accents .
subconscious I was..
“er.. I would have one….ohh..wait a minute ..how do you know my name.?”
“ahh..ahh…ee bachan log batayi humka…chhodiye na ee sab baato ko aur bataiyye kya lengi aap?..buttercatch (‘butterscotch’ he meant though .I reckon he was a person originated to bihar)?”
with the name my most likable icecream I went exited
“yepp…please.. wait wait wait…now how do you know my favourite flavour” i asked coldly
“arr…oo ka haina ..aaj kal ladkio ko ee hi pasand aawat hai ….oo ka kehte f..flavour…haa” he said in a typical bihari accent .
Brushing all kinds of my thoughts i enjoyed my ICE cream thoroughly. though I found the vendor very strange. He was staring at me
‘ weirdo’…I muttered under my breath and then opted for an autorickshaw to reach home and finally contact shivaay. he wanted a talk with me . May be wanted me to meet someone. but who??
May be his lover . i swear I either want to die or killed that girl .
the cottage was as usually mercifully empty and silent .
I was indeed exhausted and so had a quick hot water shower and slipped into my shirt and a long skirt in order to atleast look presentlful in front of my love’s lover.
donn know then also my mind was captured by the thoughts of an individual .
no no no… it wasn’t shivaay it was the ……..
guys ..I’m perfectly fine and my temperature’ s down too.
hope it was a bit long.
Thanks a ton for giving so much of love to such a simple plotline from such a blank writer. I’m sooo happie with the response . never ever expected this.
and please understand guys…I’ll be regular..but these updates may be short ..schedule’s too busy and exams are bringing the hell out of me .
any guesses about the person in Annika’s thoughts. ??