First Meeting.

First Meeting.

A Chapter by Prabha Salimath

Hi, good morning friend, this is Karan.

I have put an inbox message to her, I don't know she is not replying. She looks little attitudic, still something in her grab me towards her. Part of her has the spell over me, I wish I could figure it out, but she is kinda stern girl with stupid principles it seems.

" Hi, very good morning. "

I got her reply, what to ask her? What I do? Oh God I got her reply. Let it, I'm sure she is not going to return my stupid texts again. Should I think something like this? No, I should give it a try.

Hey, had tea?

" No, I'm not accustomed to tea, I like milk instead. "

What? Milk, are you a little baby?

" No, but I don't like tea, coffee or any other drink. "

Okay, she still likes to have milk, I think she is almost 19 now, how could one be like that? Like a little kid?

Hey I would like to call you, little kid, shall I?

" No, only friend. Okay gotta go, time is running college time. "

God, she is as hard as iron; it is that she looks serious but still she hasn't changed fully to adulthood, I'm sensing it. Still she drinks milk. Well she is a like puzzle, let it. Well time is running for me too, let me go to college, may I get chance to meet her in there.

Hi guys, today we have practicals..
" Yes we have, don't you have any date buddy... huh? Yesterday we see you with somebody new."

Wait up guys, I have no girl friend yet and you are saying with somebody new, yet my name hasn't tagged with anyone else still. Yeah I wished with many.

"Oh pure bacheolar have met his girl friend yesterday, haven't you Karan or Kiran? "

Hey for you guys I'm Karan only, I don't like the name Kiran, it is for college record. My dad want it Kiran and my mom likes to call with Karan, I love my mom as so her choice. Call me only Karan, do you guys get that?

Let us go to class otherwise black tigress will be angry and let us have the class outside the door. She is our lecturer Shilpa, she is dark, but she has very unique grey eyes, those makes her beautiful too. She is a woman of time bound and wants everything correct and clean, no haziness is forgiven in records. Today's class is so boring all friends hated to attend next class; they all forget that today we have lab.

I'm not interested but have no choice, very few attended the lab. Head is bursting inside out, I see Rekha then, all tiersome disappeared.

Hey hi..

" Hi, don't you have class? "

I finished the lab, I'm leaving to home and see you, so said hi. Have you finished all the classes?

" No, I have one more class left to attend. Okay let me introduce you my friends, this is Bindhu and she is Divya. "

Hello nice to meet you, if you don't mind, you are Varun's girlfriend, aren't you?

" Oh! You know about us pretty well Mr... "

Karan. My name is Karan, I still don't understand that guy, he is in love with literature and trying to get settle with 'computer' , is not it strange Divya?

" Yeah, Karan you are right about his nature, literature is in his blood, he wanted to be a writer but his dad is like great tyrant Hitler, want him in his way. For your kind information, he is Bindhu's lover, my boyfriend is Niranjan, his friend only. " Divya said boldly.

" Hold on, what? Bindhu, you have boyfriend and I'm unknown to that. Guys, when did you start to hide things from me? This is not fair.." Rekha enquired.

" No, sweetheart sorry, forgive me, well Karan you are a radio, revealed all my secrets to my kiddy honey. Well 'tit for tat' you haven't said you know Karan. Now my question is when did you guys start to date each other? And girls we are late for class, so let this fight continue later. Okay Karan see you. " Bindhu said.

All that I come to know, Rekha is totally a complicated character I have ever seen that nobody can figure out her childish behaviour except her close ones. She fights for not telling her friend that she is in love. Hmmm well she is complicated but interesting too, she has something that attracts me towards her.

......

Sherlock Holmes, it looks boring to me I have no interest in it anymore, so I quit that from watching. Whenever I'm free, my first thought is about Rekha. What she may be doing now?

Hi, had supper friend? I know she will reply after an hour.

" Hmmm, I had, what about you? "

Surprisingly I got her text back, I did chat with her for an hour, she is stern not that easy like other girls, but will be easy one day, I guess.

It become our daily routine we text each other, we start to see each other when her friends are busy with their boyfriends, but we are friends. As days gone I generate feelings something more than to a friend. I doubt its love, as I come to know she has a very big record of her admirers, they loved her, not she. What if I propose and she accept it not? No I don't want her away from me, its unimaginable.

It become intense to tell her my changed feelings but she remained the same. I have completed my graduation, I think I'm going to move another city for further studies. It'll be hard to leave home and my room where I dream about Rekha.

I moved to Banglore, I'm registered in a well known college. My mom she is my first angel, she was crying while I left for Banglore. I had no words to pacify but said don't worry I'll be okay, I'll come to every weekend. Its been very interesting to wander in new city but in few days I start to hate the city, I feel like restless, it become very hard to be in traffic.

I miss my city, I feel like I can find peace and life in there only. Life, what is that? Its a puzzle I can't confess my love to her and she become my life, isn't it a puzzle? I can't solve it and I can't have it unsolved. In my city, I used to wake up half an hour before our college starts, but here I have to wake up at 5:30am and leave to college before an hour ago. I'm totally restless and hate it in here.

My dad brought me a bike to skip the traffic tiredness. It become a little good to have own transportation. Today college was so boring and I'm saying like I have interest in classes usually. Since year I lost interest in studies, I have no concentration on studies. I wanted to do job or would like to join in dad's business. Let me think about it, dad won't consent. It takes one more last year to finish my studies, dad wants me an MBA but this one year will be horrible for me. All this tiresome vanishes when Rekha comes to my thought, since morning her smile is killing me constantly, yes I'm missing her a lot. I texted her:

Hi...

"Hey, hi. How are you?
You know I'm missing you so much today."

Her reply is so shocking, is this really Rekha? Damn... I should make her a call.

I phoned her, I'm late for class still, I can't stop myself making call to her. Its ringing.... Will she accept it? May be she is not.

"Hi, how are you Karan? How is your studies and when you coming back for vacation.?"

I don't know, whether something is wrong with me or to her? I'm totally confused, she is asking a series of questions. She took no breath, is she missing me? Yes I'm fine Rekha and how are you? How is your studies, may be you are doing preparation for your last seminar.

"Yeah, you are right. After that I'm going to complete my graduation. I wish you to be in my last graduation function, it'll be good. We first met in my first graduation function. "

It means you saw me that day, didn't you?

" Ofcourse I did, that day you were looking at me so weird, that day I felt really uncomfortable with your sight. I feel something different than anger. "

We talked a lot, I bunked my first class and I'm so happy for that. I have waited for this day, when I go to my place next vacation I'll meet her. I'm in air flying like a bird, riding my bike I'm so happy, today she is missing me. One day she will accept my love, hope she will love me one day.


© 2015 Prabha Salimath


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Prabha Salimath
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