enigma love

A Story by Aster

Ah, 86/1, college street, I felt privileged to enter the gates and be a part of this prestigious institution-Presidency university.Walking up the famous stairs of the main building was just an overwhelming feeling.Before being a part of this family. I had heard that Presidency loves you back no matter what but politics seem to be screaming out loud at every corner of this place and I was asked to stay away from such stuff little did I know that this same politics would completely change my life and make me feel like heaven as well as hell too.
A bit scared but trying to look confident and cool, I asked some of the seniors sitting at the portico about the location of my department.Just to make myself comfortable with these peer groups I asked one of the senior with messy hair to offer me a cup of coffee in a friendly manner with respect to being a senior after all.He did offer me coffee, I roamed about the campus holding the hands of few of my seniors whom I actually started adoring a bit.I could see the other freshers too.Everyone seemed so damn fresh and enthusiastic.
I could for sure feel the spirit of revolution hovering at every corner.There was heart warming graffitis plastered on the college walls along with blood curling slogans.I had already started loving this place.As I walked by the baker's building, a girl with all those Indian fashionable things was shouting and asking for treats from her seniors.She seemed so childish.
Initially, I didn’t get the Hindu hostel-our college hostel.I got it 10 days later.Yes, Presidency was a Home away from home.I wanted to cherish each and every moment of Presi.
For a young freshman as me, this was more than the offset by the intellectual frisson generated by rubbing shoulders with the brightest students and greatest professors of the age.
We had gen-ed classes too where we meet with people from different departments pursuing the same gen-ed.I had taken up geology as my first gen-ed in my first semester.I made a lot of new friends here.
The GLT[geology lecture theater] was almost full.I somehow found a place to sit.Professor Joydeep Mukherjee had already started to teach, when with a sudden bash that same girl whom I saw on the first day of college asking for a treat, entered the room and asked for a seat beside me which was the only seat vacant.
By the end of the first semester, we had become really good friends.We started enjoying each other’s company.She was always fun to be with.She was a damn good vocalist, a wonderful artist, and yes, an excellent dancer too.We became the member of the same college union party.We laughed, clicked pictures and worked together for every single thing.
It was almost a year. ‘Mileiu’ our college fest came into view.I and Sohini had started living with each other.I had fallen in love with this childish girl.We confessed our love to each other during this college fest, unaware of the fact that we were making memories for each other.
Everything seemed so beautiful, I didn’t care about anything.We both scored 7 to 8 CGPA in each semester.She made sure that I do not get diverted while studying for exams.We always worked really hard.
Everything was going well, when all of a sudden everything came to an end.Things had started getting worse.She felt irritated.We didn’t manage to hang out more now as we did before.I didn’t even know the reason.I tried to discover it but it all got more complicated because it was all happening because of her best friend whom she trusted more than me.And I never wanted to come in between two best friends.Then one day, My world came down with all the thunders and flashes of lightning in my life, the day she said: “I want to leave”.She left me all alone in the presi greens with those heart-sobbing four words all around 6 p.m. with the stars shining upright me.
I simply tried making myself capable of bearing such pains.Two years passed and I had suppressed all my feelings for her though it was a bit difficult because we shared the same campus.I was now in the final year of college and everything seemed so faded.
Then a fine day, All of a sudden, I got a call from the same number that I was habituated to, which now remained simply a contact name in my contact list, while I was sitting in my department all alone after classes got over.I picked up the call with a hint of nervousness all around me.It was the same voice “Aslam I need you.Could you help me out please?”