In a world where love is a foreign , he has found his guiding star. Desperate and unwavering, he pleads for just one chance to prove his devotion. She, lost in a life devoid of affection, sees in him the promise of a profound connection she never be...
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23rd February'24
It was a gloomy day, from the morning itself, seems like the king of the Gods was not that much pleased at the habitant of mortal realm, to seek the vengeance of the countless sins, these trivial mortals did in daily basis, he gave the mighty Sun God a long vacation.
For some reason Bhagyadevata was too much pleased to me, causing me to have an night shift in this chilly winter. But on the bright side, after a long time, I could laze around on a frowzy day like this. Ordering a big mug coffee from the canteen of our SR hall, I took my guitar, which due to my negligence was now attired in a layer of dust.
Cleaning my oh so lovely guitar, which I so affectionately called as my "guttu rani", pardon me for my insolence way of naming, but my guttu rani was my companion in my every sorrow, she was my partner in my every joy, I was immersed in the lane of unknown thoughts.
A small knock on the door drew me out from my sob story about my guttu rani. Nothing could be more enticing than a hot cup of coffee to accompany a gloomy day, taking the pipping hot mug from Chotu da, the worker of our canteen, I sauntered towards my cozy set up near the window. In this hall, I , might be out of luck sometimes when it shone, got a room , which had the absolute gorgeous view from the window, be it any season.
The greener lush side of the campus had always managed to stimulate that ever so quiescent artistic side of him, where he sang, express his inner emotion, binding them into the thread of rhythm, he made the garland out of words, where he relished the bittersweet taste of his unrequited one-sided love.
Having a sip of his extra sweet hot coffee, he started to tune his guttu rani, with the second sip, where his fingers were meticulously busy in the string of his ever so classical brown guitar, his mind wandered at the lane of memories of day before the previous day.
After getting interrupted by the fellow team member, and witnessing the stoic look on his preyasis's face, he immersed himself in the seriousness of the situation.
With a tedious discussion of two and half hours, it was decided that four of the students , who had raised their hand to show their willingness, would submit the major topic for the project along with allied minor topic and they had to submit those at the deadline, which was finalised to be on 25th.
This deadline gave other members of the team to have some time of relaxation until they had to start their research work.
During those unvarying hours, never for a once had I observed her to be talking except giving important inputs in the discussion and she exited the room just after conclusion of the same.
For some reason I was rooted at my chair to grasp what just happened, she was jovial hours before, conversing me with so much of amusement, then what apocalypse of thought had spread in her mind to get herself cocooned in the hard stoic mask of her, it was equally intriguing and disheartening to me.
