1 The Me.

I'm an occasional drinker or perhaps it would sound better if I called myself a 'social drinker' because I know some of you would prefer that term over the other. Drinking is not that bad but once it gets to your head!, then it's an entirely different thing. I drink so that I can dance, so that I can speak more friendly to strangers. but that's not the scenario I'm envisaged at the hangover day! people drool over things that they hate about drinking, some hate it's smell,others it's taste. but the thing that I lovingly hate about it the most is its grip on my memories. the sharpness that it gives to your memory, the recallings, the fighting spirit, the unstoppable sproutings and above all the image I so often try to ignore, an ignorance that always took a greater part of me every time I succeded, the image of someone I once had the courage to love, the image of my one true love, the image of Basi....and so I drank.

THE RECALLINGS.

I still remeber it afresh. It was the summer of 2016, a summer that i hadn't gave much hope for, but the gods were were at play and with their grace I happened to stumple across the girl!, the girl who'd be a great part of blessing me with her existence. me and my fellow friend Sam had the habit of walking long township walks. people walked for health and fitness purposes but ours was just a nobody's hobby. We had our usual course of walk. we'd meet at one of our biggest Shop of that time named" Anthony wholesale"at around 5:00 in the evening. the plan inititially would've been the two of us walking. but at times we were joined by some of our other friends. we'd form a group and talk and talk throughout the baseless walk, we'd talk about our township issues, we'd talk about families but the one talk that torched delight in all of our faces were talks related to girls!. A slow, wintry evening could not beshadow the happiness in our faces when we'd see girls walking by. momentary delight was what that must've been for the feeling hugely differentiated when there glued the attachment of love.

As usual I and Sam met at our meeting point. there must've been something going cause we weren't joined by any of our friends. we took our usual path with small shops namely"paan dukhans", tea stalls, and multi complexes greeting our ways . our town being a small one we knew most of its inhabitants in close regards. Sam was a rather too friendly and idiotic brat that took delight in playing pranks and stuffs. He had this habit of smiling and talking to total strangers creating confusions in them whether if they knew him or not. I'd smile all the way with strangers staring at us not knowing what we were upto. That day too he played one such prank on one of the adult citizen with the prank ending on that senior scratching his head all the way upto our line of vision in total confussion. we were laughing and making mocking expressions of him when my friend got serious all of a sudden! I got confused at his sudden change of behaviour. this was news to me. I tried waring him but he gave me a blunt pad on the back, it must've been a hint or something which I too gave into by total mistake. that hint was for those 3 girls that were coming right opposite of us. there's this habit of mine where no matter how ready I get I steadily down my head if I see girls approaching. Guess what!? I gave in again this time ,a moment of contact gave me a new breath of life, a breath I thought never existed!. she just passed me by!! my inner self was in rejoice! Her smile made me raise up my neck and for the first time in my life...I looked back..I looked back hoping she'd do the same..I looked back with heavy remorse.. I looked back with a hope that we'd meet again.

SHE'S HER.

-Our summer vacation was already at its end. The thought of attending college, and even graver the thought of cooking meals by myself made me hazy. I attended college at our neighbouring district. That being said, I got into cleaning my room as soon as I reached my rent house. No matter how tidy I get my room done there's always that stench of unsatisfactory clinging dirt that is a mandate. The summer there greeted me with unwanted open arms. Attending college was never this boring, everything seemed so hazy and boring and then it all gave away,.. for there she was, staring at the whiteboard as her lecturer took her class. I was on a bunk that day, the bunk made me happier,

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