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L’Escapade, The thoughts…

It was not before long that people started teasing us. Being the weird person I am, I didn’t mind, and took it jokingly. I think it was a kind of a shock for him but then he finally got used to it and then we used to tease each other with each other. We didn’t mind people teasing us either. I guess this one of the things that he initially started liking me. Then there was this time when we had a Drama Fest coming up. Suraj? This was the time when we first started being friends. Anyway, so it was like we used to look for each other so we could spend any spare moment together. We ended up doing that so, yeah… So we used to talk about this Drama fest a lot. I guess we were both very excited about it. We both were more excited about the time we would get to spend together than the fest itself…

I wrote the story, of course.

Suraj: The parody of ‘Around the Word in 80 Days’, right? L’Escapade, we called it!!! That was one jolly time… But didn’t you go for a grade-tour about then?

Me: Yes, we did but you don’t need to rush off with the story like that!

So, we hadn’t started doing the Drama-fest work yet because of the tour that was coming up. We just had to submit our storyline before we left, but we went just a step ahead and made our character list too. He was going to star the show as Phileas Fogg, and I was going to be the narrator. Vaishnavi was his best friend, unfortunately, and she was going to star as Princess Aouda, his love interest. Many people teased us then too, but funnily, I didn’t feel jealous at all. Actually, there was no reason to. There was nothing to be jealous about. No matter what people said, Vaishnavi was his best friend. And me? I was, well, me…

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Habit of Winking

We had developed this habit of winking.

Harshita: WAIT! Is that how you practiced your wink? No wonder it’s so perfect Vaidehi!

Suraj: What? Don’t interrupt dude! A wink… I can’t believe you just commented on a wink…

Shraddha: Hey Suraj, it IS quite amazing ok, it’s just that you haven’t gotten any from her…

Pratika: Can you guys just shut up? Can Ved continue her story please? On an ending note, I get winks everyday…

Suraj: Why the hell am I always left out? Besides, I am the guy!

Me: Whoa guys! Slow down will ya? Why are we discussing my winks? I want to continue my story… Anyways…

They were just small little winks that spoke volumes for us. While peeking into each other’s classes, while crossing each other in the hallways, while drinking water, or any small reason. And then came the smiles. I think I fell for his eyes first and then for his smile. Eventually for his heart, but that comes later…

Suraj: Can you stop fast-forwarding like that?!

Me: SURAJ!!!!!! Can you please stop interrupting like that?!

So, we started spending more and more time together. I never realized when it happened but I started looking forward to the few minutes that I spent with him everyday. Around 5mins before lunch, about a few after classes, a few in the break and a few somewhere after Aarti… And curiously, he waited for me every time I wanted to spend time with him. It was like we wanted to spend time with each other as much as possible. Maybe we did, and somewhere in the back of our minds we were already starting to like each other. As we spent more time with each other, we knew we came to know that we liked each other…

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The High and Loo

This is a call for Unity.

A clarion call.

A tremendous trumpet.

A call that must reach out to all of our kind, the keepers of Vulnerable Respectability. Rise, O young girls, mature ladies and wise women; rise out of your sweaty seats of discomfort. Rise against the lewd eyes that defile you and mock your modesty.

It is time we rose, for we cannot withhold the pressure anymore. It is time we rose together and united for our cause. It is time to move towards Utopia, for our needs are greater than theirs. I do not promise you a journey without difficulty and hardship. I do not promise a journey without masculine eyes following us. But I promise you that the journey will be worth the wait, and the comfort that you will feel when you reach there will negate all the negativity you have ever faced.

We must move together now- vigilant as does, united as wolves and proud as tigresses. We must be ready for change and co-operate to the fullest. I am sure we will all make it there safely and back again if we must.

After all, a visit to the loo is of utmost importance, and it must be visited together as a group.

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Dreams

I am not sure when exactly we started talking… I think it was when both of us declined a Student Council post and were extremely happy about it. I still remember there was this very stupid thing that happened! Prashant asked us what we are talking about and why we declined a post… He didn’t really reply and me, being my over-enthu self answered- You know, we wanna date each other, and thought that getting posts would keep us to busy to be able to give time to each other. Weirded out, he just said ‘Uhhh… ok…’ and walked off… Abhi looked kinda shocked at what I had just said but started laughing after I started laughing. We laughed a lot over this! Over and over again! That was the first time we spoke without hating each other. After that we used to speak sometimes in the juice break. I remember that there was this one time that we started speaking about some of the stupidest dreams we had had in one of the juice breaks and then we caught up that afternoon and walked to lunch continuing the topic of conversation. I don’t know what happened after that but we started waiting for each other before every lunch and walked together to every lunch. There always seemed something absolutely inconsequential to speak about. I don’t even remember what we talked about. But we talked and walked…

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The Beginning of a Conference

WHATSAPP:

Suraj: Are you serious about this? Recounting the entire story?

Harshita: Even if you are serious, are you sure this is the last time?

Vaidehi: Should I call her too? Shraddha I mean… I would like to have Pratika, you both as well as her if this is the last time…

Suraj: Harsh, I am scared of her ‘if’… But I guess Shraddha is a good idea. Call her and tell her about his first and then conference call all of us…

Harshita: It’s actually a very nice story. Except that I have heard it too many times all ready, over and over again… But if it truly IS the last time and I won’t be able to hear it ever again… then I guess I don’t mind…

Vaidehi: Calling Shraddha…

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Shraddha: Vaidehi! HAVE YOU LOST THE LITTLE, SMALLEST, TINIEST PART OF THE REMAINDER OF YOUR BRAIN?!!!! A recount?!

Me: Ok look, don’t freak out so much! After all I have tried, let’s try this too! What if it works?

Shraddha: What if you cry all over again?

Me: What if I do?! I might as well cry and be over it rather than be sad and stuck to it! I have tried forgetting him! Let me try remembering him for a change! Maybe it will really work! Don’t give up on me, not now…

Shraddha: Ved, I am not giving up on you… I’m just worried… Worried as a Mother Hen… But it IS  a very cute story…. I guess one last time then… The whole story… Once and for all… Thank goodness for that…

I smiled…

We begun the conference call… Pratika, Suraj, Harshita and Shraddha…

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Last Christmas

These were my summer vacations and I was desperately in need of them. I needed to be away from Abhinav and all the places that reminded me of him. The sad part was that I had spent nights on my bed talking to him last winter vacations. I had spent my days chatting with him everywhere in my locality. I even spoke to him at my aunt’s place. It’s not really as if I needed a stimulus to think of him. It was like inertia. No matter what I was thinking, I ended up thinking of him. I had one second of free time my thought drifted away to Abhinav. Every song reminded me of him. I had a tough time finally deciding that I should move on.

The only song that kept going on in my head was Last Christmas by Wham-

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Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away.
This year
To save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special.

Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye.
Tell me, baby,
Do you recognize me?
Well,
It’s been a year,
It doesn’t surprise me
(Merry Christmas)

I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying, “I love you,”
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I’ve been.
But if you kissed me now
I know you’d fool me again.

[Chorus 2x]

Oh, oh, baby.

A crowded room,
Friends with tired eyes.
I’m hiding from you
And your soul of ice.
My god I thought you were someone to rely on.
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on.

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart.
A man under cover but you tore me apart, ooh-hoo.
Now I’ve found a real love, you’ll never fool me again.

[Chorus 2x]

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart (I gave you my heart)
A man under cover but you tore him apart
Maybe next year I’ll give it to someone
I’ll give it to someone special.

Special…
Someone…

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I had to be strict with myself and remind myself- Vaidehi! Be strong! Keep yourself busy!

Keeping yourself busy always worked, people said. But wasn’t that just a form of Escapism?

I kept myself busy though. I met an old friend of mine, Pratika. She helped me a lot.

She had a simple funda- Recount everything, from beginning to end. For the last time. And then flush it out of the system.

And then started the process of recounting the entire story of my latest love…

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Not exactly

Abhinav was not exactly hot or sexy; not very good looking either. If anyone asked me what I saw in him, I would be dumbstruck. Because I don’t really know either. Initially, I always said that I saw nothing at all but after I spent some time into the relationship I found that I actually saw everything in him. I saw him into him, understood him and loved him. But of course, very few people understood what I meant when I said that, because not everyone knew what it was like to understand someone or love someone so deeply, that in comparison to them nothing seemed as important. It was not that everything else faded out. It was all there; they stood out and shone like a glare that you didn’t blink at. Not everyone understood what it was like to know exactly where he was and turn involuntarily even if you heard him 50 metres away. What it was like to know that something was wrong because there was an extra fold in his frown and a little less jump in his walk. What it was like to know that he hadn’t worked out because of the way he smelt half an hour later. What it was like to know that he had cracked one extra sum in his test because of the extra drop of excitement in his voice. To know exactly how much effort, time and planning he had put into thinking, buying, hiding, managing, distributing and timing all the sixteen gifts he gave you for your sixteenth birthday. To know how much he loved you just because of the way he looked at you.