Mrs. Khandelwal was someone Divya hadn't really imagined. For Divya according to the pictures that Madhav had shown his mom was someone who was totally a Marwari, wrapped in sarees and not that cool or someone who came from the countryside. But the moment Divya saw his mother and Father she was in awe.
His father was someone who was always jolly, with a huge frame and a pot belly all due to the various health issues and hereditary problems that he had, while his mother was a prim and proper women dressed in a simple saree her head wasn't covered with a pallu like that in the various pictures she had seen and looked around with a cautious eye.
The Boys went ahead halfway to meet them and shocked the girls as they bent down to touch their legs. At one moment Divya wondered if they were the same boys who were talking about the most vulgar things out there. As the couple along with the boys reached near the Girls, Madhav introduced everyone starting with Simran then Natasha, Nandini , geet and then Divya. The girls greeted them with a namaste however the couple had their eyes on Nandini and Geet as his mom asked,
"They study with you?"
"Yes, not the same course, they are in BTM." Madhav replied.
'Arey Betaji, are you not well or what?' Madhav's father asked Geet and so did his mother as they began conversing with her, on the other hand while the girls controlled their laughter the boys were laughing their ass off while trying to wade off all the evil with various hand gestures and what not. Rishi even had the audacity to come and say that she hadn't been doing well for a few days but Madhav had helped her on many times.
That was it, Mrs. Khandelwal looked at Madhav as the two of them walked off towards the seating area while Mr. Khandelwal distributed thandai to everyone. But then it seemed Madhav had something else coming up.
With the glass filled with thandai, Divya and the other girls along with boys looked at each other quite worried for who would ask the ultimate question.
"Divya you ask." Simran nudged her, quite reluctant she went ahead and was about ask when Manav beated her and asked,
"Uncle, does this thandai have bhang?" '
There was a pin drop silence as Madhav stood there stumped with the boys and girls controlling their laughter and both the elder flabbergasted as uncle explained. "No beta, we don't give bhang to our kids nor do we drink it ourselves, please drink I have myself made this." Relieved they all drank as Madhav took his parents away from the rest so that no more harm could be done.
As the group went inside they all stood stumped by their berth. There was no place for them to walk in as it was filled with boxes of food. It made Divya worried as to how much food was going to get finished. Slowly they adjusted the boxes and got settled.
"Okay now let's eat." The boys announced and began looking through the boxes for different things. Manav took out bread,-pakoras, Rishi sandwiches but grimaced as that wasn't what he wanted, Aman took out Kanda kachori and Dev some kind of other kachori.
Nandini snapped at everyone and asked them to stop and wait at least till the time Madhav came. But the question was, were they really going to listen to what Nandini had to say? No matter what, the boys had a history of doing things that deemed fit to them. and as the tales had been, Manav took out the plates and began dishing.
It was a disaster. Things that they didn't like were tossed towards the girls, the chutneys for sandwiches were torn apart, two shared one plate and began hogging on whatever was found. Seated at the window seat, Divya shook her head in exasperation and took a deep breath.
"Just , just take that package from him, if he keeps up with it we won't get to eat anything." Divya nudged Natasha who was sitting right beside her.
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The Last Goodbye
RomanceThree years of college. What could one expect to really happen in these three years? Friendship (check) Love (check) Drama (check) But what if you were to meet a person just 3 months before your college gets over, and turns out that the said per...