I woke up by some noise, i wanned some more sleep.. but the noise was too loud... frustrated i stood up, to find what it was.... is it meenakshi blasting her boyfriend again?? , but it seemed to some kinda cheers by a grp of ppl..
Found my roomie’s note sticked to my cupboard “ jas, me goin out with pawan most probably to beach, if you go newhe jus hang the keys in the key board... allrite .. n i just hope you wake up for ur lunch :P.. bye sweetie ..tc.. n yeah happy holi”....
Holi!!!. Oh god..
I slid open the window .. “c block rocks, holi hai!!!!!!” those block girls shoutin ,screaming n shreiking...first time i saw so many colours outside thru my window... happy to see those ppl but equally jealous to have fun like tat with frenzs..old frenzs..
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“open the door jas” the thirteen yr old fatso akhil banged the door of my room..
“no i wont, i knw you ll put colours on me”... i was such a colour-o- phobic.... holi is some day i go underground...
“Arrey no , see even me is not playing holi, and i need ur maths note book.. that p.k is gonna take the test tomorrow”
As soon as he finished this sentence, i opened the door “really ,but when pk sir...”
“ aa haan suprise suprise” shouted maya
I tried to get back into the room but jyoti dragged me out.
And all went busy painting me.. red , yellow, green , and yeah the horrible permanent one...
Omg !!!!!for this reason i didnt speak to akhil ...
I didnt knew how he digested my buggin brain storming baby egoistic dialouges “ akhil . i thot u r my best frnd , you broke my trust... akhil if the same thing i would have done with you how would you have felt huh..????”and blah blah....
“sorry jas i wont do this again, i neva knew it ll hurt you so this much” akhil was pleading as if we wer some grown up ppl..
“ur sorry wont bring me my trust back”said the arrogant jas.. the sorry cards left in her bag in tutions didnt made her think that “ a chance should be given” to her only best frend....
Untill june ,When the heavy monsoon , made everyone happy for “rainy day” leave... and in one such rainy day aunty called up “ jasmin, its akhil’s bday... ll be waitin for u ok beta...”
“ yes aunty sure”i said without thinkin
In the party... akhil was obviously the centre of attraction ...he came to me ,i wished him... but i didnt find the same akhil who was pleading for “ sorry”...he was changed , with a new set of frends.. the informal things changed into formalities n rules...and this is how i first lost something special.. and neva came a second chance for me... when i came out of the party i felt myself all alone..
The Woofer system’s terrific sound “ rang barse bighe chunar wali.....” brought me back out of the old memories.. again it was me ,7 yrs frm thn ,inside the room but nobody knocked at the door... no akhil ,no noone
Looking down thru the window i saw someone waving at me ... aparna ma classmate... she waved me to come down n play holi... i shut my window .... opened the door n went downstairs... and still wondered what made me colour-o-philic!!!
[Inside the room the cell phone beeped..
“at your door...
Knock!knock! its me wd a spalsh f colors 2 wish u a holi filld wd lots f fun,colors n celebrations..
HAPPY HOLI!!!!! Hv a gr8 tym....
AKHIL.... HOPE U REMBR.:)..??]
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