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She Was Here , Always…..

 

She  was  here, Always…..

She  was  there  with me  again tonight . Even  from   a distance, I could  see  her  very  clearly. Her  face was gleaming like white marble   in  the  light of  the  full  moon. I could not take my eyes off  her  for  even a moment. As  she  came closer our eyes  met  and  a  sweet  smile  erupted  from  the left corner of her   soft  lips. She always smiled like that. Slowly the smile stretched to the other  side of  her  lips  and then  to her chubby cheeks.  She had  not  changed,  even  after  so many  years. She was tall, slim  and    gifted   with  beautifully crafted  features . This  was  coupled with a fair complexion and a sweet voice .Today again  I was   stupefied  for  almost  five minutes, as always, and    could  not  utter  a word.  I finally   got up  from  the  bench  and  walked  towards  her slowly , as though   still in a stupor of her  beauty.

“How  are  you?” I  said finally coming out of my momentary trance.

“Oh , I am  doing fine, and you?” she asked with a smile.

“Been busy  with my  college studies.” I  said  trying  to be   as truthful  as  ever.

“Not missing me? Or  still feeling  shy to  admit it ?” She asked.

“I  have  been  thinking  of you  off  and  on. What are  you doing by the  way?” I answered.

“I  am  also  in  college” she  said.

Her presence itself  was  so  soothing that I  just  wanted  time  to  stop here  forever. Love  filled  my heart all over again. We  walked  in  silence  for a while. But before I  could make any conversation   she  suddenly turned  around  the corner and   vanished  into  oblivion. I  frantically  looked  for  her  in every  possible direction. There  was  so much  about  which I  wanted  to  talk with her. There  was  so much I wanted  to say. But  she  wasn’t   there in  the  garden anymore.

My  eyes  opened.  I realised  it  was the  same  dream again.  I  was in  my hostel room  and  there was no garden  around.  Raga was  gone once  again. I had  once  again lost  my  chance  to  express my feelings, just  as  I  had  missed it  before  we  parted  after school.  I stayed  in  the  bed for  some  time more,  lost  in  the sweet   memories  of  my school  days .

It had  been almost  three  years  since I  had  left  school  but  the imprint  of Raga  would not fade. My  mind  would  return  back  to  it  every now  and  then. And then for  hours my  mind  would  flutter  in  the  sky  like  a  bird  looking for   its mate. It  was  not   just  a  memory  but  an indelible mark which  I  was  finding difficult  to  erase. I  had  been  the  victim  of  the   first  infatuation of  my  life.    It  had  been  there  for  three years  now. And  no  one  except me knew  about it. It  wasn’t   just a  crush, it  had  taken over my  life.  I  had  heard  so  many  stories  from  my  friends   about  their  first loves , their  first  infatuations  and  how  they had nurtured  its memory   for  a  long  time  or  at  least  till  they   had  their  second  one. My story  was  different; as  there  was  no  space for a  second  love  in  my life. The  best part   of  it all this  was her  continued  appearance in  my  dreams  at  regular intervals.  And the dream repeated itself   whenever  I tried  to  keep  her  out  of  my memory. At  times  I  even  felt  that  her  thoughts  had started  to affect  my   studies seriously. Her thoughts  had  invaded   every  activity of  my life. I could  not  keep  myself away  from  it. I tried lots of  other  diversions to  take  my  mind off  her. But whenever   I   even  partially  succeed, she  would re-appear in my  dreams.

This  was the  the  third  dream  of her after I had  left school.  I  had  lost  touch with almost  all my  classmates.  I did  not  have  her  address  because I  had  never  visualised  the sort of  whirlwind  it would bring into my  life  when I  would go   away  from  her.  After  the  second  dream  I   contacted  some  friends  in the city   but  they  too had  no  clue  about  her. She  had  probably  changed  the  city  due  to her   father’s transfer. One of my friend  gave  me  an   old address he  had  of  hers.  So one day   I wrote  an  innocuous  letter, lest  someone  else  lay his  hand  upon it. And then  I kept  waiting for  a  reply   for months. A  year  passed by  and  I did  not  receive  any communication.

I  had  first seen  Raga  when  she  had  taken  admission  in  class  XI in  our school   and  at  the  very  first  glance I  fell  head  over  heels for her. In  my  eyes  every  part  of  her was  specially  sculpted. Every  word she  uttered  had  a  new  musical  note in  which  I  could  get  inundated and  weave  a  song  around  it. Every  glance  of  her towards  me  was   like  a  big  hug  which I would preserve  for  days,  or  till  I  got  a  second  look. The day  I  did  not  see  her  in  the  class  would become   a  gloomy  day. My permanent seat was   on the desk right  behind  her   so  that  she  was  never away  from  my  gaze.  My  every  action was  to draw  her  attention.  Even my success in  studies  was with the aim  to  impress her. I loved the weekdays and hated  Sundays, for Sundays  took  me  away  from  her.  Whenever  she was  absent  on grounds of  ill health,   I  would  secretly  pray   to God  for  a miracle  to make  her  well  soon.   God mostly listened  to  my prayers  and  she  would  be  back  in class  the very  next  day. She  was  a  very good  orator  on stage   and   whenever  there  was  a  competition in school , she  would  win and I  would  generally  get the  second position. I would  feel  happy   for her.  But once,  in order  to  impress  her , I  prepared so  well  that  I   won  the debate  competition. I thought  she  would  come  over and  congratulate  me as  I  used to  do  whenever she  won . But  she  didn’t. Instead she  ran  towards  the  class  and cried on  her  desk. When  I  saw  her  crying I decided  to  not   to  take  part in any competition thereafter. The school  days  passed by   this  way  but  I never gathered  enough courage   to   convey  my  real  feelings.

About five  years   passed after school  trying to  locate her. The friends I contacted   knew  nothing about  her  present whereabouts.  Instead  they started teasing me.  They  advised  me  to  forget  her  as  she probably  had  moved away.  So I kept  quiet  about  it  and  started  to concentrate upon  my  studies.  Some more time passed this  way , trying to  find clues. But none arrived. I thought I  had  finally been   able  to  push her  out of my mind. But  it  was  not  to  be.

Then  one night  she  suddenly re-appeared  in  my  dream. I was  back in the  garden again and there  she  was,  at  a  distance, in her  usual form.  I was captivated once again  by  her  presence. I  could  feel  myself  going numb. She  seemed  to  be  glowing  as  a goddess of  beauty. I  kept  looking  at  her , totally spellbound for  quite  some time.  Eventually I  got  up  from the  bench   and  moved  towards  her. She  did  not move  away. We  walked  together for a while.

“How are  you , Raga?” I  asked.

“I am  fine . And  you?” she  answered.

“I have  got a  job and it  keeps  me  busy”. I said.

“I  am also working  as  a teacher  in  a  school”. She  replied.

We  were  ambling   in the garden and  there  was  nobody  else around. I was  thinking , should  I tell  her  about my inner  feelings now?  Though  I  had  a  job, it  was   too early  to  marry. What  if  she  takes  offence  to my  advances? Such questions  kept  crisscrossing my mind.

In order  to make  some conversation I simply  asked her, “How are  your  parents and  sisters?”

“They  are  fine” she  said.

“They   want me  to get  married soon”. she added , looking into  my  eyes.

“Is  it?”I blurted out.

There  was  a sudden  knock  at  the  door and  my  eyes opened. I  was dazed  by  this  sudden  tsunami  in  my  dreams. A  tear  rolled  down my eye. Does  she  really  exist   somewhere?  Waiting for  me?  This   question began to  haunt  me. Why could I  not  express  my  feelings  even  today.  What  she  told  me-  was that  a  hint for me to act now?

But where  was she ?

I  got up from  the  bed and moved towards  the  lone  window  of  my  room and  looked  at  the  vermilion  sky  of  dawn. My eyes  closed  . A  soulful prayer  came out   of  my heart.

Please bring  her  to  me , or help me  forget  her. Save  me  from  this  torture. Please, oh God,  have  mercy  on  me.”

As  before, I  was not  myself for many days . I was  in  a  different  world thinking  of  her  all  the  time. My  work  began  to  suffer. I tried  to talk  to  some  friends   about  our classmates in general  but none seemed  to  have  a clue.  Every day  was  becoming difficult.   I  gave  up  after a  month of futile  chase, but continued  to pray  to  God.  Nothing  happened.

Another  year  went by. I  was  prepared  for  the dream to  re-occur.  I  knew  she  would  come . Every night,  before  I  slept  I  thought  of  her, thinking  she  would  come in my dreams  and I would   tell her about  my  feelings  and  inquire  of  her  whereabouts. Some months  passed  by  but  she did  not  appear. Then one  day  I  was  having  an  afternoon nap,  and  I saw  her.

Yes,  she  was  there ,  but  she was standing  far away  from me, at the other  end  of  the  garden. So far away   that I could  barely   see  her  face. But I  could recognise     her even  from  that  distance. I  tried  running  towards  her but then  realised  someone was there  with her. They seemed to  be  in  conversation. When  I  got  near  her he  was  gone.

She  smiled    at  me and  my  heart   melted  once again.

“ I  have  got  married.”  she  said looking  as  bright as  before.

“To whom?” I asked .

There  was  no  answer.

“Does  this mean  you will not come to this  garden ever  again?” I  asked , feeling dejected at  what  I had  seen.

“Do  you want  me  not  to?” She  asked.

“No. I  want you to come. I  feel very  nice meeting  you”. I  said.

“Why? ”  She  smiled as she asked.

What  should  I  say now?  I  thought to  myself- She  is  married  but  to me  she  was still  the  same  Raga , the marble  goddess she  was in school. I  wanted  her  to  be here  with  me  in this  garden for some   time more  .  Yet  I   said  nothing  to  hold  her  back.

“Because  I  used  to  like  you  in school”.  I   managed  to  say.

“And you  mean   you  don’t  now?” She   smiled  and  I   once again  swayed  to  the  bliss of  her beautiful  eyes. I knew she  liked me.  I got  up  to say the  words  I always wanted  to  but saw her move  towards  the shadows  in the distance.

And my eyes opened.

This time  the excruciating  aftermath of  the   dream  lingered much longer  than  usual. I recommenced my search for  her. I  had  to find  her. It  was getting  too much for  me  to  bear.  I took some leave   from work and  reached  my  school. Checked  the  records  but  could not  find  her   address. She was  not  registered  in the  School  Alumni  list  either. By now the  internet  had  also  evolved  but  it  could not  give  me   any clue. I  shot  some blind emails at  anticipated addresses  like ragabiswal@hotmail.com, ragabiswal@yahoo.com  and waited.  All  my  efforts  proved  fruitless. I  was  annoyed  at  the Gods  and  so  I   prayed with angst  and   lamented why I  was  being  put through  this torture. I  also   visited  a  renowned  dream analyst  in  the  city  and after listening  to  my tale  of  love  and  loss   she  opined  that  though  this  was  a  very  strange  case , keeping  all  the  emotional factors away , it’s  was  simply  my  own pent  up  feelings which  I   could  not  convey to  her  at  the  appropriate time. This put an end to my turbulence. I  walked  back home  in silence and  stopped  my  hunt  lest  I  get  declared   a nut.

Whenever  I  dreamt of her   again,   time  stopped for me . Between  the  dreams,  the  time  would  fly   and  I  would wait  for the  next  glimpse  of  her. I  was living from dream to  dream.

Some more  years  passed.  I  got  married . I had  a  beautiful,  caring  wife. My  memories of   Raga were slowly   fading away   but  were not  totally  obliterated yet. I  would  not  think of  her everyday  but  whenever I  visited  some  social  sites  on  the  internet my  hands could  not stop  but  type  her  name in  the  search  box.  It  must have  been almost  fifteen  years  since we  had  parted at  school.   One  day  I  hit upon  an  old family album  and  found  a  class photo and  there she  was – the  marble  beauty,  as  glorious as ever. I  could  not  sleep for several  nights. My  fading  memory rekindled. I  wanted  to meet  her  again. Many a times my  eyes became  moist while  thinking about  her  and  the  dreams  of the past. A single  glimpse  was  all  I   wanted  now. She  also would  have  grown  up  like  me, happily  married somewhere  with beautiful  kids . I knew  all  that. But  all these  arguments  of  my   head   were not  acceptable to  my  heart. I  began  to  stay  aloof and  talk  less  to   my  wife. I  would  spend  my  days  praying to God   or  on  the  internet searching for a clue. Time  had come to  fulfil the desire of my delicate heart.  But  inspite  a  frantic  search  I    again reached  a  dead  end. I  tried  all possible yellow  pages. So  many  name  combinations but  failed. Feeling  that  there  was  no  chance  of finding   her  in  real life I  wished that   even  if  I  saw her  in my  dream once more;  I will say  good bye to her  once and for  all.

As  I  was  nearing  my  fortieth birthday,  my  wife  Simran and  two children  were  preparing  a  big party. But my  mind  was  somewhere else.

And then  one day she  finally came to  the garden.

In all her glamour and simplicity she was  clad in a traditional  saree. She  looked so different  and mature  now, I  was  simply   fascinated to see her. She  was  walking  towards  me  and  I could  not  take my eyes off her. As  she  drew closer  I  was simply  enthralled  by  her  aura. She  will remain stunning forever  I  thought. Today, I was  prepared  to  speak it  all. I  had  even written  and  rehearsed  the sentences. But somehow   they  refused to  come  out  of  my  mouth.

“Raga, where  were you for so many years? I  have  got  married and  have a  beautiful  wife and  lovely   kids now”. I  said , my throat  choking.

“I know  that.  I  was  always there   with  you.” She smiled.

“ Today I want  to confess something.” I  said ,gathering some courage .

“Go  ahead, tell  me.” She  said.

“I  have loved  you   for  so long. I  have  only been   thinking  of  you all  the time. I have  seen  you  in every rose, in every  petal  and  in  everything  of  beautiful. I have  prayed for  you  in  every temple , to  a million deities. Every day  has  started  and  ended  with  thoughts  of  you. No  one can take your place in my mind.   I  can’t live without  you. You  are  my  first   and  last  love of  this  life,  Raga. Come with me  or  take   me  with you  where  ever you go.”  I  said,   looking  into  her  gorgeous  eyes. We  were  both sitting  down  on  the  grass today. And  that made  me  feel  so  very  light  that I told  her  everything  I  had always  wanted  to.

“I  have  always loved you too Raveen, may be  you never  realised that”. She  said, softly  holding  my  hand. It  was  the  first  time we  had  touched each  other I could  feel  the warmth of her  hand , just  like  the  warmth in  her  voice  today.

“Raga,  I can’t  tell you  how  much I    have  missed  you.” Saying  this  I  laid  down on  the  soft  grass  and  closed  my  eyes. She  was  still  holding my  hand.

She  bent  over  me and I   suddenly  felt a  soft  kiss  on my  forehead and then on my cheek.  My  eyes  opened  and I could  see  her before me. I  could  feel  her tenderness. I  could  feel  her soft  hand holding my own. I  could  feel her marble smooth skin.  Yes, it  was  real . It  was  her. My  dream  had  come true . She  had  finally  come  into my  life. I  closed  my  eyes again  and my  arms  went  up and  hugged  her  tightly not  to  let her go away this time.

“Happy  Birthday, darling” Simran   said.

I clenched my  hands  tight.

“Happy  Birthday darling” reverberated  the voice again. It  was  the  same  voice, the same blissful  voice of  my  dreams! Why  had  I  never felt  the  semblance! My prayers  had   been  answered finally.

“Thanks for coming   into  my  life”. I   said

“I was always  here  with  you”  pat came the answer from Simran ………. or ….  Raga .

They were  one  and  the  same. It  was  me  who  had  missed  the  connection.

I had  found  my  first and my  last  love.

 Everyday  was  a  dream,  thereafter!

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General Body Meetings

General  Body-Meetings

( with girls of  my class)

A story by  / mohinder Pal Singh

As I entered the classroom I found that there were only five girl students sitting on the last row of chairs . On seeing me they all  turned around  and then there was a sudden hush-hush talk.

“I think , he is a new student in our class.” I could hear some voice in between giggles.

I moved in and sat on the first bench. Opened my bag and took out a notebook. And tried to look into the blank  black-board  on  the wall . I knew that in college  Zoology as  a    subject  generally had few boys but here it seemed there were no boys in  the  class. Its going to be very difficult, I thought. I had come from a  boys school and was very uncomfortable in front of girls. Here the giggling from the rear  benches seemed to have moved closer. I think the girls had moved ahead. From the corner of my eye I could see that they were now occupying the row of chairs just one row  behind mine. Being first day in the college in Mumbai I was actually worried about being ragged by the seniors but here it seemed the situation was worst. I looked at my watch nervously and pat came a comment from the rear.

“We still have 5 minutes for the class” the pun was accompanied with a laughter.

The class room was very small room with just five rows of six chairs each. The chairs had a book rest on which one could write. I Thought there is no point in sitting here in the class, let me wait outside and let the girls have fun alone. Why should they have fun at my cost. So , I got up to move out of the class room , and suddenly a girl got up from the rear row and came to me.

“Hi I am Minal” She said and extended her hand for a shake.

I was taken aback at this intrusion. Till now I had never shaken hands with a girl. It was not so common in small town culture from which I hailed. Even if we wanted to do it   in our heart of hearts , the girls would not appreciate it and our extended hands  would remain extended in thin air only . So we never extended our hands in thin air infront of girls. Here I had a delicate hand in front  of  me to  be  shaken and as I looked up , a pretty face .

I was tempted but I was scared.

How  it would be to shake hands with a girl?  I did not know the  answer. Everybody seemed to be watching as there was a pin drop silence from the rear benches. Almost five seconds passed in this stalemate and the nubile hand was in front of me.

“Come on, I am not a untouchable. This is apartheid” She commanded.

I could not decide what to do. So I left the decision to my hand.

“Hi, I am Mohinder. Joined the college today”. I replied and my hand decided to stay in the pocket only. I wanted it to come out but it held steadfast to the principles which the master had taught him for years. I respected the decision of my right hand .

The nubile hand  widrew slowly. And then another girl got up and came ahead.

“Hi I am Yasmin” said the second. Without extending her hand.

“Hi , I am Arpita”said the third

“Hi I am Geeta”said another .

Then the last to come ahead was seemingly the ring leader of girls. I could see from gait of confidence about her.

“Hi , Do you believe in General body –Meetings?” She said curtly giving me a sly smile and looking at others simultaneously.

“Which gereral body meeting? Departmental?” I said innocently.

“No I mean just general body-meetings” She said trying to be serious.

But just then my eyes quickly scanned the other girls and they had kept a hand on their mouths and were laughing.

It dawned on me what she was hinting at. But I didn’t want to get my leg pulled further so I showed ignorance.

“I don’t know” .I replied.

“tch, tch … so sad” she said looking at her friends.

“Whats your name” I asked the gang leader.

“You will come to know by yourself”. she answered arrogantly.

“Leave him , yaar, he will learn. Today is his first day.” said another one and they all went back to their chairs.

The teacher walked in and just behind him came in two guys and another girl who were standing outside in the corridor. The class started.

So in the next one week or so the class attendance was complete and we finally had a class of four boys and six girls. Among  the  classmates there was a  permanent pair of  a  boy  and  a  girl who would walk hand in hand all the time. And then another boy called Louis, who   had his girlfriend from some other class and would most of the time keep bunking . And the third boy called Dinyar was too busy all the times in his books and his goal was already set i.e to study in US so he talked of only how to crack  the GRE and so he was too boring for the girls. And that left me , whom they had given up on the very first interaction   because I was dumb and didn’t know the meaning of general body-meetings. For a number of days they maintained an ice wall.

But as the semesters passed  by  the interaction increased,  as we had to do lot of projects together. The ice wall began to melt , albeit slowly. My shyness also reduced to some extent and I started to communicate more freely. Me and Dinyar became good friends and sometimes  in the lab we both and the five girls would sit together and chat freely. Being a small class there was interdependence in terms of sharing notes and doing projects. I also came to know the name of that girl ; the gang-leader , she was Sandra. Sandra was a  bit softer now but still had her arrogant airs. Gifted  with good looks  and     fair  complexion she  knew  she  could pull crowds. Though she  was   slightly plump but  that  did not  dither  her  confidence  . She was always engaged in troubling teachers when she was not troubling the co-students with her sharp remarks.

The year ended well and Dinyar and I scored first and second position respectively. The girls too were not far behind and generally the class as a whole had done very well.

The next year my father was posted out of Mumbai and so I shifted to the hostel. The boys hostel was within the main building of the college campus. It was a five storied building with twenty rooms in each floor. All rooms were on twin sharing basis. I was sharing the room with a boy from the arts stream for whom enjoyment took far greater priority over studies. His father was a rich person and was sending him adequate money to enjoy  life in  Mumbai. Each one of us had a bed , a study table and a Cupboard all in one line along the length of the room touching respective side walls. One end of the breadth had the door and the other end two large windows. Now Paarjit , my  roommate had spicy tastes and he had a large collection of posters and centre page pin-ups from Playboy and Debonair magazines. On the very first day he displayed his collection on the wall above his bed. And along the bed he had pinned a six foot poster of his most favourite Hollywood actress , offcouse in bikini. In the manner that  when  he would sleep on the bed they would both be juxtaposed. Room Number 55 (our room) became the hot spot of the hostel and all the boys would come and admire Paarjit’s collection. He soon became a Hero of the hostel. On the opposite side my wall gave a deserted look. He told me that he can lend me some posters if I wanted but I said it is fine without it.

Second month in the hostel, one day Paarjit requested me if I could stay out of the room from 1 PM to 6 PM . I asked why did  he need the room to himself?.

“Are you going to do some more pinning up?” I asked.

“No, I am going to get my girl friend to the room. We wish to spend some time together.” He said.

“But girls are not permitted inside the boys room. You will get caught”. I said.

“Hey , you don’t know the customs of the hostel. Tomorrow is last Saturday of the month and is called ‘open day’ in the hostel. Girls , parents, sisters all are permitted from 9 AM to 6 PM in the rooms. Wake up, Mohinder”  He said.

“Oh, I see” I replied.

“So you getting your GF , eh? Why you need the room for 4 hours she can see it in ten minutes?” I said. It was my turn to pull his leg. I had a chance to pull the leg of the Hero of the hostel. Now I understood why he had decked up the room.

“Come on Mohinder , be a sport ,yaar. I have to help her with some project work. You know she is from first year class. Please yaar”. He pleaded.

“Ok, enjoy yourself Buddy.” I said and he gave me a big smile as to say how considerate I was to help him do the project of his GF.

Within a month of the first open day of the hostel the word spread in the college also. Somehow it reached the girls of our class too. One day when me and Dinyar entered the class in the morning we found the girls looking at me and giggling.

“ Am I wearing something funny?” I asked.

“No , No. when did we say that? said Minal.

“Then why are you laughing? I asked. My doubts were rising.

“nothing” they said.

“ok , then carry on laughing , if there is nothing”. saying this I moved to my seat in the front row.

There was a sudden silence at the rear benches where girls were sitting.

“No, there is something we want to ask you, Mohinder”. Spoke Sandra.

“Oh, but you said there is nothing? I said. I never left any opportunity to pull  Sandra’s leg. Though she seldom gave  others a chance as it was she who would be teasing us most of the times.

“All this while you have been fooling us, eh. You are not so simple as you look. No?” She said.

“What do you mean? What have I done?” I said. I turned back to face them.

“We came to know that you have pinned up very spicy posters in your room.” She said amidst fresh giggles from her friends.

“So?” I replied.

I was enjoying this chat now. I didn’t want to defend myself yet by saying that my part of  the wall was  still  barren.

“We all want to visit your room” She said.

I was taken aback at this. I did not expect this. I thought they would just tease me and I would also just enjoy it. But this request was tricky.

“That is only possible next week when there is ‘open day’ of the hostel.”I said.

“Wake up, Mohinder , today is open day. Don’t try and dodge us , Ok?” said the gang leader Sandra .

OMG they had done  their homework, I thought.

“I will take you next month , today my room is in a mess” . I tried another trick.

“Never mind the mess. We just want to see it for a short while” She said.

I looked at Dinyar . He was smiling too. I understood this information has been leaked by him. But now I had to handle it myself.

“Ok , lets go.”  I said.

“Now? , Immediately?” Now it was their turn to be shocked.

“Yes”. I am ready.

The reaction from the girls was slightly slow but they all got up.

Within minutes we were at the reception of the hostel and then the lift. I pressed the button and the lift door opened.

As girls started to move towards the lift I stopped them and said. “All of you can’t go together. I will take you one by one”

Saying this I softly caught Sandra from her wrist and said, “first I will take Sandra to my room then all of you one by one”.

All girls were looking at Sandra now as to how she would react to the situation.

“ Why you want to take me  first?” She said . First time I could see an amalgamation of apprehension and innocence in the eyes of the gang leader.

“Because I have just decided to start believing in General Body-meetings ” I said looking into her eyes .

She jerked her wrist .

“Nooooo” she shouted and ran out of the hostel door.

Me, Dinyar and all the girls had a big big laugh standing there. They knew I had settled my score with her.

That day we  all went back to the class.

Next year i.e in my final year my roommate was changed and the walls were neat and clean again. I invited all girls from my class for a small party in my hostel room. And we all enjoyed. Sandra was there too. In her true form again. And there was no General body-Meeting held.

  1. All charcters in the story are fictitious, though the incident on which this is based is real.