School over, it doesn't sounds as good as it used to be. Anyway point being I was free now. College life, more pocket money, complete independence and bla and bla and bla. One thing missing was that girl who was an year junior. Great freedom comes with a greater costs, and she was the cost I had to pay. Well I can put it in less dramatic way, there was no other option but to move to college because, I don't know how, but education board of India was convinced that I was eligible to pass 12th standard and it's time for me to move on.
Cleared 12th standard comfortably, check; Got admission in Delhi University, check; Not going for sucked up Engineering college, double check. Still 'She' was continuously on my mind. Something was not good about everything. I wanted her to some how clear her boards in advance, and I mean an year in advance and come to my college, take up arts and what not, but the scriptwriter was not Karan Johar but 'Life'.
Anyways college life was final and so was me going away from her. My second last day in city, I wanted to see her for a good bye. Now somehow every one will think why not call her and meet her, exchange phone numbers and be cool about it, here's the twist her phone remained with her mom; Yes we are still in India bitches, now suck it up. So instead I decided to stalk her after school. Now like a truly dedicated stalker I arrived at the location few hours before. And since we are in India stalking is never done alone but with a gang, now if there is a gang their is utter need of roaming aimlessly, and if you are young and you are roaming aimlessly then you need to do it at-least at a speed of 70 or 80 kmph and bamm!! happens my accident. Feat achieved, I am neither good at stalking nor riding aimlessly, which somehow seemed to be a bad thing then.
By the time that stupid doctor was done with Injections and medicines and dressing and excruciating pain in the ass lecture about life, She had already left for home. Depressed by the day I went back home just to hear more lectures from my mom.
After all the antibiotics and bandages all I was capable of doing was 'nothing', so riding a bike to her house and waving her goodbye from a distance was completely out of question. How about texting her, but 'good bye' would reach her mother first, feeling completely crippled by the situation I thought it had to end like this in the most pathetic manner.
Next day my train arrived at the station, now wait, here's the part when two lovers get to meet each other, railway stations always tend to rock in love stories, but this is not a fucking romantic movie, I mentioned it above also, the train left and then we parted... plain and simple. Her number was changed later which I did not know, my number was changed which she did not know, Her family shifted to another city...
But hey, good thing about life is' nothing ends this quickly, there's more to it...
To be contd...
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