The pep talk from Danish did help me deal with the jibes of my fellow college mates. I decided to flip my finger with a sweet smile, whenever someone brought up the incident of the cafeteria.
Soon people got bored of it and moved on. My consistent performance in all our academic classes, made not just my teachers, but my fellow batch-mates feel awed. I was finally beginning to settle down but before long the Diwali break had arrived.
My parents wanted me to take the flight, but I wasn't ready to make Brute travel in the cargo, so I stuck to first class train coupe.
It was a relief to gorge on my grandmother's trademark chicken curry and the amazing vegetable Pulao, which my mother made. Unlike most, we celebrated Kali puja instead of Diwali at home.
Leo and my cousins complained how much they missed me during Durga Puja. Even I hated not being in Kolkata during Durga Puja. This was probably the first time in my nineteen years of existence that I had missed the great old Bengali festival.
For those of you who have no clue about the Kolkata Durga Puja Festival lets just say, that even if you compiled the merriment and celebrations of the Carnival of Rio, the Oktoberfest of Munich, Christmas and New Years day of America and Europe, they won't match up to merriment and celebrations, that Kolkata Durga Puja Festival witnessed every year.
Imagine five days of unlimited fun, blending with traditional rituals. Imagine new clothes and families reuniting after nearly a year. Imagine fairs set up in every neighbourhood. Imagine innovative marquees with goddess Durga idol. Imagine five days, without a worry, and only happiness filling your heart. That is Kolkata Durga Puja.
I couldn't help but envy Leo, listening to his account of how marvelous Durga Puja was this year.
"So how is college?" My father's sister asked me, as I helped her with the preparations for the Kali Puja.
"Oh it's as usual." I replied, tensing up.
Whenever someone asked me about college, it gave me intense palpitations. I had told my parents right on my arrival that I did not want any conversation about college during my stay, neither any medical discussion as I intended to unwind after the grueling four and half months.
The truth was, I knew that if I started talking about college, it won't be long, before my family realized I was not studying medicine.
"So made any special friends?" She smiled curiously. She obviously wanted to know if I had managed to get a boyfriend yet.
"Urgh Pishi nooooooo." I groaned. In Bengali we called our father's sisters Pishi.
"You can tell me I won't tell anyone." She tried to assure me. As if I didn't know if I shared anything with her, it would end up being the main topic of gossip over tea and samosas.
I wondered why my aunt's words made me think about Avinash Chauhan. I blushed to myself as his face swam in my mind. I had never really felt attracted to any men other than those whom I had only seen on television. Chris Evans topped the list, closely followed by Pedro Alonso, Prabhas the guy from Bahubali, the youth leader Jagdish Shekhawat and ofcourse Rahul Dravid.
Leaving them all behind, Avinash Chauhan was ruling my dreams. I needed to win the bet too, so I prayed my infatuation over Avinash lingered a little longer, enabling me to figure out how to make him have sex with me. I excused myself and settled down on the sofa taking out my phone. The page I had bookmarked yesterday replaced my google home screen.
'The Rules of Pursuing your Crush' the article read.
1. Try to be presentable.
It is not necessary that you have to look like a ramp model, but try not to sport unkempt hair and clothes that look more like cushion covers instead of proper clothes. Make sure you don't have food stuck on your teeth when speak to your crush.
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The Rules Of Pursuit
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