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All it takes is a moment!!!


The sudden disturbance caused in surrounding by the fragrance and hurried movement woke him up. He was pissed off. The extra emotional drama at house the previous night has cost him his sleep. He had decided that he will take a nap as he dint want to look drowsy and thus spoil a chance of making a FIRST IMPRESSION with new hot college girls on the first day itself. He turned his head back to see who was the one wearing so much perfume that would wake him up from a sound sleep. He could see only the GREEN salwar, that too from back. He smiled as the view was pleasant. That was a “figure perfect”, according to him, from the back. He realised that all his irritations are gone and smiled at his stupidity. He couldn’t take his eyes off her for the immediate few moments, but later confessed to himself that he was waiting to catch a glimpse of the face. She just slid into a long 3 seater and occupied the window seat. All he could see before he went back to his sleep was the streak of hair that was falling on the face, which he thought was lovely, though it was blocking a clear view of the assumed to be pretty face.

Love, yet another shade of it.


Pal pal dil ke paas, tum rehti ho..

His iPod was playing the song for the 50th time since morning. He started wondering what is it that is so strange about the old romantic songs that it always reminds him of Chitra, each time like never before. This was not the first time he was listening to this song, yet it is appearing to be so fresh and lovely than never before.

Love is strange, he concluded again.

“Quest”


FUCK!!… It was an outburst of the frustration coming out for the nth time ever since I began to peddle this morning. Just like a shadow of disappointment that is gonna spread over the whole day, it came out for the first time early in the morning when the lazy ass-hole Samyak messaged that he will not be joining as the bloody scotch he had overnight has still got his body numbed and eyes sleepy. I was already on my gear and 2kms past my house. The pact we made the previous night was clear that he will go home and sleep. However it was foolish of me to believe that he would sleep a peaceful night on a Friday despite knowing the fact that he had just refilled his bar with all color of labels from Goa. Giving up, being not my style of commitment, I decided to carry on on my own, all alone to the most terrifying trail out of my city.

ಒಂದು ರಚ್ಚೆ ಹಿಡಿದ ಮಳೆಯ ರಾತ್ರಿ..


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