Sorry... since there was something wrong in the net connection... therefore there is a days delay in this post....!!!
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Sakshi, that is me. Hmmmm....I was called a lot of nicknames... few of the favourite that are still stuck are, moti (fatso) and hitler (apparently... I used to hit alot... I still do...) and at home I was always 'tini' (my first cousin had a doll that looked like a new born baby and a few days before I was born, he broke it... and he thought I was his doll- so I was named after the doll...tini). I was a complete extrovert, owing to the fact that my mother liked me playing outside the house and most of my friends were boys... the girls liked playing house... I used to play that too... but with one of my close boy- friend.... and he used to make me play wwf cards with him... this is the reason that I was tomboyish... and really din care. In school I couldn't find the right kind of 'group' to fit in... so I was everybody's friend...and I had my cousin Mansi in the same batch she was my soulmate... (we were often called twins.... both had long really long hair and wore similar clothes... and she was an introvert unlike me). I was one hell of a happy child, scared from my mum... (everyone is scared of her) spending holidays at my cousin Mansi's place- Her parents, my father's older bro n his wife never thought that I was not their own...
Then, after 10th standard everything changed.... I changed my school and the usual happy me became an introvert I din like anything around me... that was the same year I lost my dadaji and that was like a big blow to me. My only outlet was basket ball that I played in the evening...wherein there were mostly guys...as usual. I developed a crush on a guy called Ankush... and till the end of 12th std, he was the perfect guy I wanted. But, in those two years I lost on Tauji and finally Mansi(It took me more than a year to accept that she has finally gone never to come back again...and somewhere in my heart I believed that I too was responsible for to commit suicide coz I had changed my school). Death is inevitable... but this inevitable truth took away my soul my life and my zeal to live it... till...
After 12th and losing Mansi two days before our board result, I met a guy who I will refer to as 'Ani'. He was cute, funny and absolute Greek God for me. We hit off pretty well. And in the coming 8 months I actually got him to tell me that 'he thinks that he loves me'.
I had joined engineering and after the gruelling day at college there was nothing better than relaxing at the 'court'.
Then came the fiasco- Ani went to London for some college thingy... and to pass my time I joined hi5 and finally the book discussion group and that is where I met my Hero...
In one Line- I was smiling but I was not happy... I had a best friend...but not a group of friends coz unlike Shayon... I made friends but din really know how to keep em...!!!
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How our friendship developed... is coming up in the next post.....
2 comments:
Dekha, it's so much fun to write down the love story and the events preceding it in detailed parts. Now you will have your own novel. :)
About your cousin, words are never enough but please don't blame yourself. Like you said, it's inevitable. Won't say much, for I myself feel like you do.
Ok, to tell you the truth, I am doing it so that I can give you competition (healthy one ofcourse)and maybe get Shayon to say something....!!! ;)
About my cousin... No one knows what I go through, even today. Maybe, One day when I am ready, I will talk about Mansi... dedicate a post to her.
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