Blank Pages

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.