Manav, a 22 year old student of Economics in Mumbai University, was a chilled out, smart guy, happy in his own terms. In the exhausting heat of Mumbai summers he used to roam at the beaches just like enthusiastic beach comber. He loved it. He loved it because Mumbai beaches were full of hot girls ready to give their heart out to anyone with few kind words and a patient ear.
But today was different. He wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would have liked to. Whole day he spent on the hot sands of Juhoo beach, but couldn't find a single girl who would get trapped in his charms. His mind drifted to Zola.
Days before at the same place, he spotted Zola. She has been just like his other catches, beautiful and trusting too easily. With black goggles and a wooden stick he walked in her direction, imitating a blind person. He did a small tumble when he reached her and as he had thought, she came running to his help. With sympathy on his side, he easily convinced her to take a walk with him. Now there are hardly few things more romantic than taking a walk on the beach, the ocean washing your feet and the evening sun setting in. Soon he made her fall deeply in love with him. She asked for his number and from then on Zola used to spend long hours daily taking with him over the phone. She often confessed to him that how deeply in love she was with him, and that she wanted to meet him again. She even told her parents that she might marry him.
After being in touch for about two months, he changed his cell number. She tried to call a thousand times but couldn't reach him. Each time she would dial the number in hopes of hearing her love, but the only thing she heard was: The number you have dialed does not exist, please check the number! She was betrayed. She had fulfilled her use and Manav was on another journey.
This was his attitude to life; it goes on and so must we. Take everything you can out of life because there is only one life. And you have to make the most out of it. Live, love, smile, cry, fall, fly, use and throw and don't give a shit about anyone else.
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Today was weird though. There were so many girls roaming on the beach, but not a single girl who would fall prey to his tricks. There was yet time for the sun to set, so he decided to take a last walk on the beach and then leave for dinner alone. His bare feet in the cold water gave him relief from the heat of the day and frustration of being without a girl. He kept walking.
"Excuse me!" voice came from nearby. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. It was as if an Apsara had descended from the heavens. For a while his mouth remained open on the sight of a beauty his mind couldn't fathom. Her eyes were closed and her face was radiating a heavenly glow which could make the whole Ocean to ebb back.
"Yes." He replied energetically.
"What color it is?" she asked him.
"My Shirt?"
"No."
"Then?" he asked curiously.
"The ocean"
"What do you mean- what color the ocean is?"
"I mean if it's not too much of a trouble then could you please tell me what colour the ocean is right now..."
"Well then why don't you open your eyes and see for yourself. Don't mock the blind. I don't like such girls." Manav replied, his frustration evident in his outburst.
"Sorry sir.... I admire your thoughts, but the truth is that I can't see."
"Oh", Manav cried inside on his Waggish treat. His irritation vanished. He regretted the words he had blurted out of his mind without giving it a moment's thought.
"It's blue... um.... Sorry I didn't want to hurt you but..." he said.
"Don't be sorry" she paused. " Does it look great?"
