Love Started With A 'Boo' | ✓

Episode 10

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘩, 2017
𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘵

Every time I had contemplated that I was perpetrating a misdemeanour to be in love with a girl who was out of my faith, the endless and divine - the very driving force because of whom faiths were formulated and humans were divided, persuaded and bestowed me some other paradisiacal and incredible things, making me self-conscious about the love I had for Pritika.

Was it a sin to love someone out of caste or religion?

That day when Pritika had called me her fiance, her would-be husband, something inside me had wriggled off and played a somersault in the free space creating sensations inside me I had never known and perceived of. The more I was trying to vamoose away from her, the more the cosmos and even the boo girl was sweating in partnership against me to make me fall remarkably hard for her such that I wouldn't get up again.

It was as if, the more I wanted to scamper off, the more the magnetic forces of love was attracting me towards the love 'fields' of the miraculously magnetic Pritika. It wasn't just the physical attraction, every time I had met her I don't know why there had been a feeling always pummelling in my heart as if we had known each other from so long. As if she was a lost friend of my past life whom I was meeting again and again.

In the helter-skelter of my escalated & stumped feelings and of course, the indisputable inclination towards her jovial personality, I had asked her out on a date and on the last day I had to cancel it, rashly as I knew the more we'd meet the more rebellious and insurgent my emotions would become for her.

But the destiny had always its own tournaments saved to be rivalled against me and my nincompoop-like heart.

I was plodding towards the men's section as I needed to buy some formal shirts and belts for me when I saw the accelerator of my heart coming in my direction with a baby in her wings, completely engrossed in bulldozing that hapless baby who might be already languished because of this Gabbar like Boo-girl. I chortled a peal of laughter and removed my shades, gawking at my heart's accelerator whose single appearance had already heightened my heart rate and enlarged the goofy smile on my face.

"You browbeat kids too with your 'BOO', my bubble gum?" I tantalised Pritika vivaciously whose eyes were wider than the Amazon, the expression of hysteria and incredibility emblazed on her grimace. I had held her strongly as this lady wasn't paying heed to where she was going, she surely would've won many prizes and medals in being careless and clumsy.

Time for filing a petition for the Olympics committee to add competitions on being clumsy and careless, I mused carelessly. Pritika would surely make our India proud.

Noticing her change in expressions, I knew what she might be already pondering about, wanting to just dig a hole in the earth and hide inside it, don't you, I chuckled and made her stand properly. This girl never disappointed to entertain me and bring a smile on my smile-resistant face.

I noticed her aghast expression and she was looking unusually cute in that. Yesterday night only she had agreed for our friendship and later our cancellation of date and today now, she was facing me and again with a 'BOO'. She was embarrassed as well as shocked, her face was an open book to narrate all this in audacious letters. The baby too was out of the burrow of Prtika's neck and her beautiful, omber eyes caught mine.

"Is she your niece?" I asked quizically as the baby looked quite intrigued with me the way she was passing me those shy and cute smiles. Wasn't she resembling the Himawari of Shinchan?

Pritika still didn't answer, why was she so much appalled, I didn't know! "Hey, Pritika? Do you remember me? Me, Divyaant, you, Boo?" I tried my best to drag her out of whatever world she had settled her memory and conscience in.