To the girl next door…

After my last blog, I have got some dose of optimism from friends, they thought that I should use my “Talent” of writing to write something good… So I thought to myself,” Hmm, wouldn’t hurt to try.” And as they say, rest is the history… (Full on dramatic writing).

Well now here is something new and good from my side. Read it and then judge me, alright you know what, don’t judge me at all.

Sometimes all you want is for things to happen automatically for you, no plot, and no drama, just plain, simple and innocent “Love”. Recently I happen to come across same kind of Love. I am not sure where it will go (The stages from the previous posts are way too far).

Oh wait! Just to clear something, it’s not about me (Don’t get any crazy idea). From now on I am going to write in a third person point of view, so that there is no misunderstanding.

“He was angry at his roommates, mainly because, they all are so lazy to move their ass and do the daily chores. At the end he was the only one stuck with all the crazy errands to do. He muttered something while taking the bag of trash and went outside. It was freezing outside. Soon he realized, why they were being so lazy.

He glanced at all the apartment doors, they were all closed. It felt like so close yet so far. There was one particular door which was kind of special, he felt very drawn towards it for some unknown reason. He quickly recovered from the Deja Vu. He threw one unintentional sigh out in the air and he came back inside.

All of a sudden he was not angry anymore. Some stories begin before they even start. This was one of those stories. He was so clueless that his life was about to change and the reason is just living next door.

Sometimes nature plans your love story so perfect that no matter how many times you screw up nature’s plan, somethings are bound to happen.

He started his routine as usual, a glass of milk in the morning, a shower, a prayer and he left for the college. Suddenly he stopped, he remembered to take the hard disk his friend forgot last week end. He rushed inside to get it, went to his room and just starred at his unorganized bed and thought to himself, if only I would have kept everything more organized I wouldn’t be facing this beyond the life situation. Somehow he managed to find the “Impossible”, (I know!!! Can you believe he is the same guy who took the trash out… Huh!!!)

He looked at his watch and thought to himself, “If I would run, I would still be able to catch the 9:40 bus.” He began running just to see the bus passing by him. He couldn’t do anything. Next bus was at 10 and by that time it will be so late for the class. There was no other option, he waited for the next bus and got on it. He rushed towards the class, but there was no use. Professor didn’t allow him to sit for the class. He was blaming his friend, why couldn’t he just took his damn hard disk with him.

He wanted to clear off his head and the only place he could think of was Library. (I know what all of you are thinking, is he drunk or what? Who would go to the library to clear his head?) He always enjoyed reading, especially the political books. He participated in the political debate more enthusiastically than Arnab participated in his talk show”

That day was different, he entered the library and started surfing through the shelves, he came across one book, it was not a political book, it was against all odd a “Romantic Novel”. Somehow the book got involved with all the other political books. He smiled skeptically and decided to put it away, but something caught his eyes, it was a sentence “Love can not be defined by a book nor by any words.” He found the irony in that sentence interesting and before he knew he was 20 pages far in the book.  After two and half hour of continuous reading, he was disturbed by some sound, it was coming off of his desk, his phone was vibrating. He picked up the call, it was that “Hard disk” guy (:P). He began to pack his things and went straight to the dining. He pulled out his hard disk and gave it to the friend.

Suddenly it hit him, he did not have his lunch. He was searching for some place to sit and enjoy the lunch, he saw someone sitting at a last table (Do not get ahead of myself, it was not her.) It was one of his “Useless” roommate. He sat with him and started his lunch. Half way to the lunch the “Horrible” happened, he saw a big sauce stain on his brand new white cotton shirt. Just when he thought this day couldn’t get any worse.

He had no choice but to change the shirt. He decided to come back home, any which way, he had lost all the interest to stay in the college. He had a next lecture at 4, but he decided to skip it. He got on the bus and came back. What happened next was beyond his imagination.

There was a girl standing at the door and was continuously knocking. He asked, “Excuse me!” She turned, this was the very moment where he understood the meaning of the sentence “Love can not be defined by a book nor by any words”. He went crazy within a matter of seconds. It was just poetic. Then it became less poetic as he started to drool, I mean literally you could see sun rays being reflected in that. 

Somehow he came back to his senses and asked, “There is nobody home, what is it?” now this was the time to hear her talk. She said “I live next door, I just moved here yesterday, I don’t know anybody around here, my roommates are coming tomorrow, and I was just wondering if you could tell me where I can find the nearest supermarket, I have to do some grocery shopping and I love to finish it before by roommates arrive, if you could help me that would be a big help, thank you.”

He was just starring in her eyes, and god knows what was he hearing, but this is what he told me he heard, “I…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….love…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..you”.

Later at night he was thinking to himself, everything that has happened today was leading him to meet her, misplaced hard disk, missing bus, missing class, that book on the shelf, sauce stain, everything. All I know that by the end of the day, he was not Mad at anybody anymore.

-Aditya (Inspired by P&G)

2 thoughts on “To the girl next door…

  1. You write really well! I loved your style of writing 🙂 Your stories seem very realistic! I would look forward for more stories from you 🙂 Keep writing, keep blogging! 🙂 Good luck!

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