That day I was too eager to go home. To be honest, not that eager because I do not want that moment to speed up and vanish in front of my eyes, I want it to pause for a while so that I could feel it and live that unforgettable moment of my life inevitably.
But yes, I want to get my only Airtel mobile number recharged with an interpack. I want to log in my 'fb' account to hunt for her. And who knows, the chemistry of my life may start from this chemistry class only. The class finished.
Packing all my things spreaded on the top of my desk in a hurry! I started following her. As she leaves from the class a few minutes earlier then me. In a zig-zag
manner colliding with almost every wall of the coaching in a terribly fast speed I came out of the coaching.
With my lungs pumping that much and heart beating that fast as they will jump out of the chest.
Seeing her, taking her white activa out of the parking from the 'unauthorised' parking zone of my coaching I got a sigh of cute relax, as if "awww, she is still waiting for my arrival before she could leave". Which was nothing but a misconception of my mind. But it was ton-percentage successful in bringing a dramatic Romeo-based smile on my face.
She turned her scooty key from off to onn mode and gently pressed the power button of it. With few different types of "screaming sound effects" her scooty finally starts, that made her feel embarrassed as she was the owner. She
pulled her 'transport' back by applying the full strength of her legs and somehow manages to affix it in a take-off state.
Twisting her wrist downwards from the joints she accelerates her vehicle down to the exit slope, and with a slow speed and
vibrating engine sound she left for somewhere accross my face. Leaving me behind in a helpless situation as I want to exchange words with her.
Her real image separation being off my eyes made me foolishly feel as that was the last time she is in front of my eyes and will not be visible in future. Solving all my minds 'instantaneous' doubts, a question clashed with my brain that I asked to myself. Why I am wasting my time and standing here?? to which I had no answer.
Showing a sudden reaction, I ran in an even more terribly fast speed than earlier and reached to my bike that I had parked in the same 'unauthorised' parking zone of my coaching. I sat on my bike and started giving my hell out on kick of it in a sudden hurry, as it has a habbit of being kicked 2-3 times for its start up. Finally, the bike started. Accelerating it very
fast, taking a moto-gp turn and in not my sences I started riding it down to the exit slope.
Reaching on main road from the exit, I started looking for her here and there. Seeing her nowhere, I was very depressed but not loosing hope I continued the hunt. Riding the bike for 500 more metres her presence on road was visible.
I raced the accelerator even more, and get my bike more close to her scooty. But, before I could reach next to her scooty I
felt our presence in the crowded market where, stopping a girl in the middle of her way was as dangerous as, putting
your hand in a snake's home..(I don't know what they call it..!!). And one could be judged by the public's instant reaction. So I was not interested in taking the chance. And because of my record breaking and near about to cent-percent
bad luck we took different ways on the next 'chowraha'.
I took the way to my home and she took to somewhere, maybe her home. Finally, we separated from each other for that day. I reached the market near my home and took a pause at the mobile recharge shop and get my mobile number recharged with the least charging netpack. Which made almost a huge impact on my budget of that time. So that I can surf on "Mark's Zuckerberg's" creation ofcourse, and could search for that life-long memorable and most beautiful name ever heard off. 'Chetna Gupta'.
Finally I reached home, with my mobile vibrating in my left jeans pocket, notifying me about the successful recharge. Parking my bike inside the outmost channel room and greeting my grandparents I went to my room. Throwing my bag away I sat down on my bed, and took out my mobile and opened "opera mini" to surf 'fb'. Actually not to surf, but to peruse the most adventurous task of my life.
Gathering all my courage as I was way too confused about should I send her friend request or should not? How she will respond to my friend request? What if she got angry? What if she create's a scene over it? And many more of those 'peculiar' and 'sence-less' questions.
Finally I typed the name 'Ananya Gupta' In the search option on mobile screen. With the net speed being slow my excitement level was boosting up even more. And there she was!! Not physically, but second on the list of suggested people who have the same name as hers. Controlling the "not-on-time" shiverring motion of my hands, I clicked her name. The loading bar starts filling to its right indicating about the opening of the demanded page, finally her profile page opened.
