"how did you forget each other?"
she didn't. she remembered those days she looked at him from far away, he was unaware.
he was unseen even in the limelight. he barely wondered he was memorable. was it wrong to ask for attention?
he wanted things he...
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He was always surrounded by everyone. From my seat in the class, I could catch glimpses of him sometimes. His green eyes stood out in the crowd. His hair was curly, jet black. He shone out, his persona and intelligence glimmered among others. But he was far, far away.
I am Pakhi. My friends call me Piku. And I am in love with the popular guy's best friend.
Some people call him stupid. They reckon he could use his power as the popular guy's best friend. Some others call him a loser. They think the popular guy is using him and he is only a minion. But his parents call him Aryan. Aryan Basu. Aryan, who is easily overlooked even when he is sitting in the middle of the crowd. Because he is sitting beside the popular guy, Dhruv. Dhruv Chatterjee, loved by all.
I have no issues with Dhruv, he is a nice guy. Even though Dhruv is the centre of the college's universe, Aryan is the centre of his universe (and mine, but he doesn't know that yet). But sometimes I do feel that it's not fair. He could give Aryan a little space, to not expect Aryan to just be his best friend, but also a person in himself who has his own needs!
Never mind. Who am I to complain? I am stuck at this corner, with the hee-hee-haa-haa gang. Their bangles jingle and their clothes shimmer. They laugh, mostly. I wish I could laugh so much. I wish I have a seat beside someone who is actually interested to talk to me. I wish...
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