Is that story YOURs

chapter 1

Pajama parties, late night talks, Long rides, fanatical drives & even the lamest funny story seem fun with friends. No matter how tough you try to avoid yourself from the limitlessness, the deeper you sink into it. Fille, Beans, Rashi & Fema, most roguish of all the acquaintances, looks at life as an ice-cream. Fille is a hardcore music fan and his ways of expressing his feelings are moreover like an idiot. He shoots his feelings directly from his mouth which shoots to person’s heart. No, definitely. I don’t mean he hurts people. But he admires globe around him in a different way. His plain trendy t-shirt with a cap, a heart melting smile plus his famous watch. Umm did I tell you, Beans and Fille….? All right, I won’t spill the beans so early; Let me tell you a very out of the ordinary thing about Beans to you. Tallest of us all! He is finest of buddy’s in the company of Fille. The bike rides and girl-watching are their choice. Yes, you read it exact. I just said “girl-watching”. Now you are wondering what girl-watching is? Umm a girl watching is more akin to bird watching. Binoculars replaced by Google scanning eyes and birds by….! You make out now what I connote .This friendship can unquestionably bang Sholay’s Dharamji’s and Amitabhji’s companionship. Rashi, the one close to me is also the closest to divinity. Well-behaved and sensible. Rashi is blessed with an angel mother whom she talks to whenever she misses her. Staying with her polite father and uncle’s family. Being an emotional idiot every occasion I hear a sentimental cry, I take action to situations within fraction and end up spoiling the situation. Let me take you to the cloudburst of 2010, (Story continues with Fema’s point of view) “It is a beautiful Monday dawn I bunked college with Rashi to meet up her friends Beans and Fille, where I met them for the first time. Well they look quite mischievous although but I am okay to talk! Fille, eerrr past a minute of talking to him i am so bugged that now I want to sue or suicide. The most mouthbreaking being he is. Shooting pointless words and trying to communicate to me just by any means no matter even if he has nothing to say. Walking we are by Churchgate to marine drives and finally here we come to Point (a place also called Queens Necklace). “Sarcasm is all he is pumped into his veins” i whispered. His first Hello is so much killing that I never fancy to see him again. Rashi “Hey Fille, so u liked Fema so much that you are not talking to me?” says, in sarcasm.”Its 4pm by now and I am parting guys!”.” But fellas let me tell you, Fema liked Fille the day one she saw him. (I just mentioned LIKED) \m/ A cheerful lucky girl , who never believed in this fake emotion ,a girl who was tomboyish  and stone-hearted stubborn city girl with no intentions of being serious anytime. Yes! Certainly, I was unaware of this feeling yet. After the school friends, we friends in college were nearly getting closer and closer by each passing day. Days passed by, the four friends decided to reunite for a party. Hopes and dreams seemed possible but endless. Liberated life after schooling seemed so full of energy that moral values were for a toss… I met my friends Rashi, Beans, Fille and now one more Harry. Harry was not like Fille and Beans and I didn’t make any effort to know him still. For what he is still remembered by me is his clowny expressions and clumsy talks. Oops! I was about to tell you that we all friends met again and this time I stood happy by Fille without getting annoyed to any of his senseless talks and unworthy questions. The fact was that I even answered in sarcasm to his queries. May be I learnt his attitude, may be! By this time it was around a quarter month I know him. Parties, Birthday bashes, meet ups, hangouts, house parties, bunking and riding to places pulled us together like all the best ingredients in the pizza that could be. All I still consider are the heavy rains at bus-stand all sopping wet. I was on my way to Fille’s home for a meet up. An hour late I received a call from Beans inquiring about my current status. He rushed to pick me up from the tuff time I was having at that spot and then I enjoyed being a pillion rider; one hand to bike and other was more or less trying to hold my parachute like umbrella. An acute narrow road of Bhendi Bazar was so much fun. My first incident to idiocy. As I reached to his sweet home, what I did out of fascination was firstly, I asked for a hair-drier and started fidgeting to put it in place, he helped as well .Secondly, I exchanged storage device to pull together the last hangout photos and thirdly I requested Fille to dive me back home. The heavy rains bought us a little closer, yet we were still innocent of any such way of thinking till that day. A bumpy bike ride to way back home was like a departure from heavenly feeling.