This post
is regarding the blog a ton contest for Blank Pages. I couldn't make for the
contest because by the time I finished my story and due to some other work the
deadline crossed. But as for my self satisfaction I don't want to kill this
story. So just want to complete the story and publish for the fellow
readers..:) :)
It's early in the morning
I am busy
in getting ready to go to college. Face pe cheshma..wore kurtha on my blue
jeans. My ears are sensing M.S Subbhalaksmi song's in radio. My nose was
sensing the aroma of flavors from Kitchen because of my Mother preparing food
for me. As I came outside my room, I quickly finished my breakfast, wore my
kollhapuri cheppal and started my way to head college.
Mother: Beta Abhinav..Don't forget
to bring Vegetables while coming.
Abhinav: Yes Amma..Will bring.I
remembered...You especially need Fresh palak and don't want me to bring
potatoes. You already told me this for 10 times.
I started walking on the road
where before approaching the college I remembered I need to take a note book
from stationary. I purchased a book which I needed for my subject History. This subject is like encyclopedia I
purchased couple of note books 2 weeks ago..but all where finished like
the way script writers use for their purpose.
Once I returned to my class room
area I tend to see the beautiful, the charming , The divine beauty, the angel
petite lady(Oh I am describing with lot of angelic synonyms..let me hold
on..ok enough now).I
came to know that she is the new girl joined in our college who is our junior.
Once I entered in the class room where our professor Mr Hitler (we portray his
name as he is so strict and no body can dominate his commanding modes of
history and vociferous voice) .
Like most of the dudes who experienced or
experiencing even my body was in class but my mind was somewhere else. From the
history love stories like Quli Qutab Shah & Bhagmati love,ShahJahan & Mumtaz ishq
I put all my words and thoughts in that blank pages. Within a week I designed
and framed that book with words coming from my heart than my mind.
After 3 days I started my walk in campus to
meet Arpitha.
With stammering voice ..hello this is Abhinav
Arpitha : Ohh Hii sir , this is Arpitha . I
Came to know form seniors that you are Mr. Distance( As I used to be away from
gals , my friends put me a tag as Mr.distance)
How come you are talking daringly with me sir
...
Me : I don't know..
The next day when I am doing my regular
rounds(To meet Arpitha to present the Book) like the way head or
principal does in school)
Arpitha : Oh Distance sir..What made your
presence here.
Abhinav: I am here to give something..(As I
about to give the book)...Suddenly a fellow historian friend arrived in middle
of our conversation and proposed her. I was in shock.
But was not in shock. She showed anger on him.
I could see a dynamic voice and the Jhansi
Lakshmi Bhai kind of Arpita where she started screaming and shouting on
fellow historian when he proposed her. She is kind of giving dhamki to that
poor guy. Once she finished her shouting class, the poolan devi kind of Arpitha
asked me again.
You were in middle of something. What do you
want to give me.
Though the blank pages in my new book are
filled with my heartitude words and poetic phrases for her, My mind was blank
at that time.
Abhinav: You forgot your pen yesterday. Here
it is. Bye
I silently started to walk back to my house.
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