IIT ,Chennai...in the library... a girl carryin’ too many books which hid her face except for her hazel brown eyes...stumbles upon a boy ..busy rearrangin’ books and hearts... haiz they neva spoke a word except for a sorry and a thank you.. again the same girl in the canteen.. the boy comes n sits right opposite to her , speaks to her friend... the girl gets up and leaves ...
the boy waits for the girl every day outside her classroom...just to have a look ...secretly she liked him too..
Friends arranged them to meet in the basket ball ground.. for they thought it was the most isolated place in their college..they spoke as if they knew eachother since a childhood, the conversation ended up to have a basket ball match... none of them cared who won the match... giggling ,laughing ..,both went their way... friends were disappointed seeing them playin’ instead of talking love stuffs..
Later on both became good friends ,and meet frequently to play basketball ... college finished ... everyone moved on in their life..
SOME 20 YEARS LATER...
My uncle went to iit Chennai ...he was proud his son could make it to the same iit ,where he studied..he dropped his son in the hostel premises..then went to the basket ball ground... something made him smile ,may be he time travelled back n reached his college days... he then went back to his son ,who was having a conversation with his professor ,a lady ..she turned to greet my uncle...
face wrinkled, hair too short ,but the same hazel brown eyes he saw that day in the library...
everyone moved on in their life...
p/s: ma aunt reads ma blog... lol...
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