Sincerely, The girl who left words Unsaid

9. Between Us_Peter Bradley Adams

I believed that the one who knows words can never be unheard, the one who knows words will always find a way to reach through, the one who knows words can never find it difficult to say anything, and the one who knows words can make a difference.

Maybe, I have never been this miserably wrong.

Today was the first day of the fest for which we must have worked more than what we should have but fortunately, I guess it was worth it. There was like every footfall was infused with a powerhouse of energy. There was so much enthusiasm, madness, and insanity it was overwhelming for the departmental heads. They won't deny that this fest was an outcome of the team effort of all the coordinators and volunteers but this cannot be denied that they wanted it more than anyone else. So many ego clashes, so many differences and so many moments I myself had to leave but something bought me back.

For me, my first semester was a pain. I felt like the odd one. I missed old friends and an old lifestyle. None hates change as much as I do. People seemed nothing like me but it turned out differently. It was in the first year that I had got along with certain friends, seniors, who were so friendly, amazing, and welcoming. And it was all through this fest that I guess I never wished to leave it.  Thankfully I didn't because I met people who will always have my heart.

The day kicked off with a soulful performance of a record holder flutist, who spoke less but had mastered the magic of music and a very interesting speech by a decent actor not that famous but it all didn't matter much to be honest because the way he spoke on stage, the way he presented himself and the way he compelled everyone to listen to every word he spoke was much more appealing.

There were many shows in the auditorium, I occasionally went out for a quick smoke. Vian had finally managed to meet, taking time from his busy schedule of the office. He was the former chairperson, he appreciated the work and he enjoyed being there. I did for sure. He was someone I used to idolize at a point because he was so full of life and made every day count. His 'off-roadmap' was clear and well-drafted and above all his determination to stick to it. Brian, my former head came too (as usual late as fuck) but it's a delight to have him around. I spent most of my time with them because I meet them just once in two months if lucky. I did look around for my coordinators especially Jenny but she refused to come around and sit in the same row with me. Well, she always had no on her lips. I'm sure that was the first word she probably learned too.

Time elapsed faster than I had assumed it would. We were already rolling down to our last event, the beau monde. The event was more like a cheap theater comedy show. The participants were dancing, just standing in one place, doing a booty shake with pink hair. Pink hair, for heaven's sake. Looking at them I thought It was like Niki Minaj had run out of music albums and her pet anaconda and waited for Drake who wasn't even getting work in a call center because his dance moves were way too cool for hotline bling. Where is Lady Gaga? She lost too much in poker I last heard. Pun Intended.

But I actually didn't care much about this scenic view from the first-floor seating of the newly renovated auditorium that was too crowded at the ground level but decently empty on the first because I had Jenny sitting beside me.

If anyone thinks that she came to sit beside me herself, you are highly mistaken. To have a beautiful girl seated beside you, you need to do something that any rational not so good looking and the charming guy does to get the attention of a girl who is just super out of his league. Call again and again, ask where she is, run to her and just sit beside her and pretend 'oh my god! Are you following me?' if she laughs then congratulations you are not a creepy cum wannabe pervert, if she doesn't laugh then congratulations you are a creepy cum wannabe pervert, of the highest order and she even considers you to be a potential psychotic chainsaw murderer who does crystal meth before going to pee. There is always that possibility.