The alarm clock rang and the sun sparkled in the sky with pink rays sprinkling all over the turf. She woke up with a tenuous smile on her lips smudged with pink lipstick.
"Last night was enervating" she whispered while her eyes met the wall clock which said she was already late for her college.
"Fish! I need to run."
She got ready for her college in no minute and egress the place. She wore her pink helmet and accelerated pink scooty pep until it lurched to come to a halt in the parking lot of her college. "Good Morning Da!" she wished the security guard and entered the wide black colored iron gate. She had always been nice to everyone, being it a teacher or a security guard. She never compared the class and caste in her life and these small things and smiles of people mattered to her a lot. She entered Lecture Theater 21 and sat on second last bench where Kriti and Arjun were sitting.
"Thank god! You are here.
I was afraid of what Mrs. Saxena would do to me if I wouldn't submit it today. Shristi you are a saviour" sighed Kriti and hugged her.
"What? Shit I forgot it." Shristi winked at Arjun and pursed her lips while he was struggling to control his smile.
"Don't kill me." Kriti widened her eyes and looked at her. Shrishti handed her the file which she was asking for and hugged again. Kriti and Arjun were her best friends and had been so since last five years.
"So how is your hangover Arjun?" she raised both her eyebrows. Last night they were all at Club Milestone where they were celebrating the brand new car of Arjun. He knew Shrishti and Kriti doesn't drink and therefore he kept the party dry with soft drinks, Italian food and a lot of dance. "What hangover?" he said not meeting anyone's eyes. She knew that he would never drink in front of her or Kriti. "Yeah! The hangover of drinking lots and lots of Red wine." scribbling down the notes she said.
"How do you even know that? Are you both spying on me?" the boy with cropped hair asked.
"Well! We have better works to do other than spying on you." Kriti replied and started looking at the board where Mr. Sen was trying to explain the differential equations.
She bid good bye to both of them and left for her home after the college got over. She reached home and plugged the white ear phones into her ears. It was six in the evening and she was waiting to listen his voice. She was not music maniac but she never missed his show, she loved the way he said everything over Radio. The voice that was soothing and subtle and praiseworthy and friendly and adorable to her ears, for which she used to wait for weekends to listen. His show was broadcast-ed every Saturday and Sunday and so she used to run back home early every Saturday from her college. She had even liked his Fan page on Facebook which was named RJ TARU but she was sure it wasn't his real name. Radio Jockeys change their name so that the name sounds cool and on radio it is all about sounding cool, your looks hardly matter over a platform where no one can see you but can only hear you. Muscular fit body, fair complexion and curtained hair was portrayed by the pictures he had uploaded on his fan page. It seemed like he was an active cross-fitter.
She lied on her bed holding her teddy in her hands whom she used to call BLUSH and whispered "TARU" and closed her eyes.
"Last night was enervating" she whispered while her eyes met the wall clock which said she was already late for her college.
"Fish! I need to run."
She got ready for her college in no minute and egress the place. She wore her pink helmet and accelerated pink scooty pep until it lurched to come to a halt in the parking lot of her college. "Good Morning Da!" she wished the security guard and entered the wide black colored iron gate. She had always been nice to everyone, being it a teacher or a security guard. She never compared the class and caste in her life and these small things and smiles of people mattered to her a lot. She entered Lecture Theater 21 and sat on second last bench where Kriti and Arjun were sitting."Thank god! You are here.
I was afraid of what Mrs. Saxena would do to me if I wouldn't submit it today. Shristi you are a saviour" sighed Kriti and hugged her.
"What? Shit I forgot it." Shristi winked at Arjun and pursed her lips while he was struggling to control his smile.
"Don't kill me." Kriti widened her eyes and looked at her. Shrishti handed her the file which she was asking for and hugged again. Kriti and Arjun were her best friends and had been so since last five years.
"So how is your hangover Arjun?" she raised both her eyebrows. Last night they were all at Club Milestone where they were celebrating the brand new car of Arjun. He knew Shrishti and Kriti doesn't drink and therefore he kept the party dry with soft drinks, Italian food and a lot of dance. "What hangover?" he said not meeting anyone's eyes. She knew that he would never drink in front of her or Kriti. "Yeah! The hangover of drinking lots and lots of Red wine." scribbling down the notes she said.
"How do you even know that? Are you both spying on me?" the boy with cropped hair asked.
"Well! We have better works to do other than spying on you." Kriti replied and started looking at the board where Mr. Sen was trying to explain the differential equations.
She bid good bye to both of them and left for her home after the college got over. She reached home and plugged the white ear phones into her ears. It was six in the evening and she was waiting to listen his voice. She was not music maniac but she never missed his show, she loved the way he said everything over Radio. The voice that was soothing and subtle and praiseworthy and friendly and adorable to her ears, for which she used to wait for weekends to listen. His show was broadcast-ed every Saturday and Sunday and so she used to run back home early every Saturday from her college. She had even liked his Fan page on Facebook which was named RJ TARU but she was sure it wasn't his real name. Radio Jockeys change their name so that the name sounds cool and on radio it is all about sounding cool, your looks hardly matter over a platform where no one can see you but can only hear you. Muscular fit body, fair complexion and curtained hair was portrayed by the pictures he had uploaded on his fan page. It seemed like he was an active cross-fitter.
She lied on her bed holding her teddy in her hands whom she used to call BLUSH and whispered "TARU" and closed her eyes.
Sometimes in our life
We don't meet a person
And they start living with us all the time
In thoughts, in veins and in mind
they make a place of a perfect crush alive.
classic chapter....n sometimes I also felt the same for RJ's... :*
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