I stepped out of the train and looked at my watch, 10:58 AM, I climbed up the stairs and pushed through the people. I had 2 minutes to change the metro. People gushing into me, I crashed into a fat lady. I picked myself up and walked fast. I was already running behind the schedule, I didn’t want to miss this train. If I had I would have to wait for 10 more minutes for the next train.
With my backpack sitting at my back I raced down the stairs to catch the metro with doors open, waiting for its passengers to board. I ran towards it when the doors started to beep before closing and in no time I found myself inside the metro successfully, but my backpack was stuck between the doors. By then, I was scandalized by fellow passengers’ horrified eyes. I tried to get my backpack when the doors opened again and I got myself and my bag inside in one, complete piece.
Everyone stared at the anxious, panting me with a bewildered look. I was not liking the ambience, I never really liked awkward stares and pity, it reminded me of the time when I was ten and I puked all over the shoes of my school principal while I was on stage, getting my scholarship award. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, I never stole anyone’s lunch after that.
When I will be in love; I’ll blush when your name would be called by my friends, I’ll think about you more than often. Small things would remind me of you. Our songs would sing along in my ears, as I would take a seat in subway, I’ll day dream about us. I’ll bring you food from home, and call you when you feel nervous before your interview and talk you out. I’ll be your friend in need, your support system, your backbone, your listener, your advisor, whenever you need me through. When I’ll be in love with you, I’ll do what would be best for us.
love /lʌv/ Human chemical reaction leading to the release of happy hormones, dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin and what not.
Standing at the xerox machine, I waited for my notes to be printed. I shouted from the line to fasten the process, unfortunately all my efforts were useless. I had been standing in line for an hour and the situation was so bad that if I had opened my mouth, I would have uttered profanities. Finally after waiting so long, he handed me the notes as I beamed my furrowed brows at him.
“Excuse me“, a tall, lean guy tapped at my shoulder. “Are these chemistry notes?“, he seemed to be clueless. He had big spiky hair and was wearing spectacles. “Yes, organic. You can get them here.“, being new in college was worst. I knew nobody and nobody knew me. ‘He was definitely a guy from my batch, but what was his name?’, I wondered. Not giving much attention, I went upstairs to resume my study session. Exams were a month later, and coming from a scholar family, I had a lot of pressure to bring laurels to my family. I sat on my seat and opened my chemistry notes and began my studies.
Recently I went to a wedding, an Indian wedding. The groom came on a white mare with a Baraat. He was dressed in a dazzling Achkan; and wore a Pagdi, having a brooch in the middle. The bride was dressed in red, with shimmers and stars attached to the length. Their families wore glitters; the celebrations were huge. Weddings are special, they bond families together. They shower love, let us trust and spread utmost happiness.
So, the bride and the groom entered the open lawn during the Kanya Aagaman; tears rolled down the cheeks of bride’s mother; as she saw the bride and the groom coming with held hands
There were they, two individuals, poles apart, yet building a great friendship on same saved foundation.
Disclaimer: This post is purely fictional but is inspired by true friendship of real people in real life.
It was the third night of the horrendous week of what we called exams, but in reality they were the culminating stressors, sucking every ounce of blood from their weak bodies. Walking through the corridor, there Sivan was, forming a strategy in his mind, planning how he would divide the hours left in the night to complete his units. By then he attempted physics and chemistry but the next day he had to face his worst nightmare: Mathematics. Sivan never liked numbers, even in college he tried his best to get through the math class, but always failed to understand the quadratic equations and Eigen values. He was in that thought process when he saw a guy from his class, holding his mathematics book along with him. “Where are you going?“, Sivan asked him. It was past midnight and the library was closed, then where was he going, Sivan thought. “Roy is telling the important topics for tomorrow’s exam“, the guy went downstairs in a hurry. “Important Topics?” “Where?”, Sivan shouted from the corridor, “102”, the diminishing voice replied.