...and then the time stopped <3

…….. (hai aapna dil toh awara)

listen to this before you give a read …

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07dfqQ0cvl8]

So, I hoped you loved the song. This used to be one of my favourite songs back in my college days. It was 2016 I made it to MNNIT-Allahabad-they stamped my life with 2016****… yes Sayan your registration is done … this is your home for the next 4 years .. u like it or dislike it, now live with it. Actually, things were not that bad, I was there with one of my school friends and we were roommates for all those 4 years. Okay, now let me not digress from the main topic .. u guys are hooked in this section I know.

Reached hostel, Made a few friends – all the settling inn was happening and yeah. (high on dopamine) with no restriction of parents in the hostel and all, I started to enjoy the place. Now the first year passed, yes sex ratio was horrible in our college -take around 1-girl: 11-boys , and seniors on the first day instructed, do not ever talk in the wrong way to any girl and the Women Grievance Cell is too active and they won't listen to your part of the story … better not talk with girls.

I decided to keep myself busy doing my job … until I saw her one-day practicing dance moves for our freshers. I looked at her from distance, obviously did not have the courage to go and talk to her, she was wearing a green kurta with black leg-ins, draped with a black chunni and kajal on her eyes. I was mesmerized by the way she was smiling standing in the corner of a hall and talking to her friends. yes, time froze for me. Then I remembered about the Grievance Cell and tried not to stare, and It was so tough not to see her smile – those dimples … <3 – oops!! Believe me I am not a creep

(Drenched in Rain ... Soaked in Love !)

Went to the hostel and asked my friends whether anyone knew her, I got some intel (that’s what they said back in college). Did not get any courage to talk to her and though we crossroads quite a few times on campus, I was really scared to talk to her – a typical boy with fewer female interactions- yes I am that guy.

After 3 or 4 months, It was Holi, the festival of colours – I went with my classmates to the ground .. yes she was there with her friends … everybody was in high spirits, I went up to her, asked permission to put colours on her cheeks … but then also did not master the courage to talk to her, or maybe good things take time … though I still regret till today to not say her, how the tinge of red on her right cheek perfectly complemented the yellow on her left cheek and when she was smiling.. I kept on counting the beats my heart skipped. Alas!! , I really had no balls it seems but yes I became elated to see her expressions of surprise mixed with confusion from that close to her face.

First-year ended,

Second Year started …. We started with our department wise classes and guess what she was in the same class. I just thanked God. A few days later and went up to her and asked for her notes .. that way we started our conversations-yes it is that cliché-. But there is a reason why cliches exist, sometimes they are true … 😊Then our never-ending conversations started from music to novels to school diaries and for me always ended by thanking God that finally, I was able to talk with her.

All those evening strolls – All those accidental hand grazings while walking – Her laugh at my super unfunny jokes – Seeing her off till she goes to her residence --- I would not trade that for anything in life. Those were so special.

Now, We are not together, we grew apart or maybe I was a douche bag, we walked different paths. I have no regrets though … but yes this chapter was hell good and worth re-visiting.

-----------------------hai apna dil toh awara --- na jaane kispe aayega------------- -