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This is a story of two souls bound by fate, destined to cross paths in ways neither could have imagined.
Love-a word that holds a universe of emotions within it. For some, it is everything, a guiding light in the darkest times. For others...
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After sitting through three consecutive lectures, focusing intensely in one place... my head started to ache. HEADACHE. My life sucks!! Prachi, getting up from her seat tiredly, said, "Chal behen, kuch kha lete hain. Mujhe bohot bhukh lagi hai." (Come on, let's grab something to eat. I'm so hungry.) I replied,
We both headed towards the canteen. There was a project going on, and we stopped for a moment, amazed by the work they had done. It was a biology model, beautifully detailed. Suddenly, a girl came rushing toward me with red paint in her hand and collided with me...
LIKE, WHAT THE HELL?! "Bhagwan! Mai hi kyun?!" (Why me, God?)
She quickly said, "S-sorry, sorry Miss, galti se ho gaya." (S-sorry, sorry Miss, it was an accident.)
I snapped, "Kya sorry? Pura paint gira diya, kapde khatam kar diye!" (What sorry? You spilled all the paint, ruined my clothes!)
Prachi interrupted and said, "It's okay, tum jao, next time dhyan rakhna." (It's okay, go ahead, just be more careful next time.)
I gave her a confused look and said, "Kya kar rahi hai tu, Prachi? Usne pura paint mere chehre aur kapdon pe gira diya aur tune use jaane diya!" (What are you doing, Prachi? She spilled all the paint on my face and clothes, and you let her go!)
Prachi replied, "Chhod na, usne jaan-boojh ke nahi kiya hoga. Tu theek hai na? Bas, tu washroom jaa aur face wash kar, laal chudail lag rahi hai. Chal." (Forget it, she didn't do it on purpose. Are you okay? Just go to the washroom and wash your face, you look like a red witch. Come on.)
"Kya, main tujhe thik lag rahi hoon?" (What, do I look fine to you?)
"Aah, ek kaam kar, tu order kar khana, main aayi, ye wash kar ke jaa." (Oh, do one thing, you order food, I'll be back after washing up.)
"Par tere kapde ka kya, main chalti hoon tere saath." (But what about your clothes? I'll go with you.)
"Nahi, tu jaa, main manage kar loon, ye cardigan nikaal dungi. Washroom kaha hai?" (No, you go. I'll manage, I'll just take off this cardigan. Where's the washroom?)
"Acha, left mein hai shayad." (Okay, it's probably on the left.)
I went left, and she headed to the canteen.
I entered the washroom, trying to see through my left eye, because there was paint in it, and it was burning. I took off my cardigan and started washing my face. Suddenly, I heard a washroom door opening, and I thought someone might help me with a handkerchief. But as soon as I turned, someone shouted: "Ahhhhhh!"
