Reality : Not So Beautiful [COMPLETED]

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As I woke up from the five hours of sleep, again to go to the college, my eyes pained. My hand searched over the bedsheet to find out my mobile, it was below me with one side of the white earphone plugged my right ear still playing the song-"Bojhena Shey Bojhena". I stopped my playlist and tried hard to open my eyes and scroll my phone to leave the sleep at the bed and wake up. My charge showing 34% with the playlist playing whole night. I plugged in the charger, stretched the bedsheet and put the pillow and teddy bear at its right place. As I picked up the water bottle my feet touched a paper. My eyes found out that it was a bunch of paper, my brown diary and two copies with the competitive level mcq book bookmarked with the black pen. "Last night why didn't I set up this mess before sleep.." I tried to remember. "Whatever". I picked up the things and placed those in my study table. As I picked up the bunch of paper my eyes stopped at the blue coloured letters written over the yellowish papers that I tried to ignore to my best but couldn't, which read: "Valo thakis!! Stay blessed - Pranzal Roy" (I.e- stay well. And be happy!! Stay blessed)
A drop of tear rolled down my cheek and fell over the floor. I tried hard not to think anything... nothing.... I thrashed it into the third drawer and picked my essentials to freshen up and get ready.
I tied up my hair into a bun wearing the green kurti over which the white coat hung with the blue batch at the pocket reading: Prof. Pritha Chatterjee.
I took out the packet of bread and applied a smooth layer of pineapple jam and hurried up to my scooty picking up my bag. I locked my door and with my helmet on, I rode up to the roadside stall, and called upon "kaka! Teen te porota" (I.e. uncle! Three parathas) and handed over a tiffin box to be filled for my lunch. In exchange of twenty five rupees I took it and rode to the college.
A thought stuck me as I saw the children hanging their bags chitchatting and coming towards the college from their hostel inside the campus "Those were the days. Huh... Oh come on... I am not a student now.. so no excuse for being late". I hurried up to the fingersensitive attendance machine and then to my cabin.
"Hello Pritha" said one the well known voice, sir Francis. He was my professor when I was the student of this very college about four years back.
"Hello sir. Good morning." "Hello Malini mam" I said waving to them with a grin on my face and hurried to my cabin.
Everyday as I stepped into the class a thousand of memories flashed in front of my eyes. That place I and Arunima used to sit and in front of us sat Seema, Kirti, and Polly. Many a times I found myself in the naughty backbenchers making noise or eating an orange in between the class. It was quite nostalgic to stand in the class where once in was the student but now a teacher.

It was a half day so I was back my home early. My post lunch sleep was for two hours and I went to my study to checking the assignments that I have to correct within today. It took me a long hour to complete it all and jump onto reading my new book "Twilight".

After I was done with few chapters of the novel I sat down with my phone and scrolled down the Facebook feed. I dozen of people posted pictures of their marriage or marriage anniversary. Some posted cute baby pictures. Many people in my friendlist never appeared in the feed. I guess they have a boring life. As I opened WhatsApp statuses I saw many of their pictures as screenshots of their video calls or long voice calls with captions like "bestie💓" "Lifeline😍" "Friends forever" "Hubby" "Darlo😙"
I wonder am I the only one this weird and as if non existing in this world.
The only one I remembered at this moment is Arunima, my college friend actually she was my family at the hostel that time. I instantly called her. I had been almost 2-3months I haven't called her. She was the only one whom I used to have long conversations on weekends. Everything... studies.. doubts... job... personal life... Everything... we shared every moments of life. I used to suggest her what to talk and how to reply to those clingy messages over social media. She is now a little busy with her new boyfriend and future-might-be-fiance, Priyam.
"Hello" said that sweet voice
"Hello yaar... kemon achis... kemon cholche sob?"( i.e.- how are you?... how is everything going on?")
"Bhalo bhalo (very well).. what about you?"
"I am great. What about Priyam?"
"Good. Actually I am out with him now."
"Ohoo.. anything more..." I teased her
"Uh.. I hope you are free this night. I will call you later"
"Yeah yeah sure. Enjoy"

Huh... Everything changes I guess. Doesn't matter. I knew I was always special for her. I can't be replaced so at least for her I never was jealous.