Kanpur-Gandhinagar-Bangalore-Calcutta

It was a strange cold blue morning.
A small girl, wearing a pink sweater twice her size, was trying to catch the fog. She would jump, close her small fists, hold it tight for two minutes and prayed that the white creature would hold on in her hand. She would then open her fists in an instant, expecting to get amused, just to get disappointed. She repeated the exercise thrice before getting discouraged and confused She could not understand how a thing that is so clearly infront of her and she so desperately wanted was just nothing.

I laughed at the innocence of the girl. How foolish of her? She'll soon grow up and maybe stop being naive. Or maybe she would stop realizing that what she wanted ever was just nothing.

I stopped at a tea shop. Tea is the elixir when you stop feeling your hands. Tea is the elixir when your heart stops feeling the surroundings.

The tea owner was neatly tugged in an untidy brown old shawl with holes in between. I felt it to be pretty ironic. What was the purpose of existence of old shawl? It was supposed to cover the person but with such big holes, its whole purpose was getting defeated.

My mind wandered randomly. Who decided what was the purpose anyways? What is purpose exactly? What is my purpose?

Saab ji chai thandi ho rahi hai. The chai wallah broke my chain of thoughts.
The vapors from tea made me feel normal. Phew,what had happened to me, I thought. Why was I acting insane a moment before?

The school bus had arrived and little girl had left her dreams behind to run after new ones, maybe soon to realize that they would be nothing again.
The chai wallah, undmindful of holes in the shawl, was brimming with joy due to bumper sale and was packing up his stall.
The fog had cleared up. But many things were still foggy in my mind.
It was a strange cold blue morning.

I watched her sitting in the corner of library. She had neatly arranged 5 pencils, 2 pens, 3 erasers, 1 blue marker, 2 black markers and 1 pink marker in front of her books- I could have completed my B.Tech and Ph.D (maybe double Ph.D) with that much of stationery. She fiddled with her hair- realized she was acting stupid, got conscious and looked around to see if anybody was watching. I quickly looked down to avoid being caught staring at her and started reading some text book that made no sense. Sadly, the book had to make sense soon, as I had my exam tomorrow- but then I looked above and got lost again.

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I asked her for one final time- give me your answer in yes or no. She was feeling strained- I've not decided yet. I don't care. Give me an answer. I'll go mad without an answer. Yes.- she said. I felt guilty of forcing her to say yes. But then I looked at her. A drop of tear appeared on corner of her eye. I thought of being the devil- to accept the yes that was said forcefully. How could I let her go? I'm sorry for forcing you to give an answer. Just was irritated as have waited for more than a year now for your answer. I'll be there for you. Take your time. I kicked myself atleast 1000 times while returning home that day.

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It was moonlit night. We hold hands while watching the stars. She rested her head on my shoulder. If somebody would have recorded the scene, the video could have been easily mistaken for SRK's next flick. Her face glowed in the moonlight. I watched her watching the moon. I just stared blankly at her. She suddenly looked at me. As an instant reaction I started looking towards left. She laughed. Now you can be caught staring at me. Though I will kill you if you're caught looking at somebody else.- came the first disclaimer of 1,34,234,123 more to come.

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I was standing on the stage with her. I felt that I looked like a complete fool especially with she standing on my right. I saw my parents and her parents standing together infront of us. I tried hard to wake myself from the beautiful dream- but it didn't work. Maybe it was really happening. I got the ring, bent on my left knee and asked- Will you marry me? She laughed- I need more time. I hastily put the ring on her ring finger. I can't make the same mistake I once did before.. We posed from the camera and the pic has been my wallpaper ever since.

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