Maneet FF: Painting Glee...Note Pg 4 - Page 2

It was nice n emotional part!

Hay sweety!

Sometimes that is all a surprise needs !...a refreshing breath of air, wispy breezes, cool splash of water and whispery silence... And u just added to it your own element ... Which makes it so much better: snuggling warm bodies in the most comforting of all clothes ..pyjamas enclosed within eachother's arms sharing the delight of warm love in a kiss ... A soothing read ... A small recluse of a chapter amidst the confusion of figuring out characters yet ... However on a side note may I add that there wasn't a mention of moonlight,like inclined in the title 😆 😉 or was there 😳 ?! Hehee waiting for more.

Chapter 3(B): Puddle of muddled recollections

We are not Ranchoddas Chanchad, neither Prerajulisation nor Farhanite. We are just a lot of eccentric teenagers, being the oddball out in everything.

One being a confused and susceptible teenager, the second one being destructive and perilous as a whirlwind, the third one being Squealer'- gainsaying each and every statement of the fourth and youngest one, who literally gives up the ghost for an actor.

The Mental Group.
IIT.
Second year batch.
First file.
Second and third combined desks.

Deepu.
Tuffs.
Aaeesaaeed.
Sallu.

Pinki, Nandini-I hope I have been flawless in spelling the name-, Anvesha Khurana, and the extraordinary Geet Handa- I do egg on you all to perceive the extraordinary' and stifle numerable sniggers as well as the verity that I am, really, flaunting myself; I know, I am pompous-.

We are uncomplicated, unruffled in our way and as chilly as a cucumber. I do not reminiscence the day when we actually became acquaintances, to good friends and best of friends. I can feel the nostalgia brewing in me as I go back to the days when we were having-and are still having- fun, real fun. I just can't stop thanking, ad infinitum, to have you people as my friends! I just want to make this preponderant' that I love you people! You have been the greatest friends till date.

Ranbir Kapoor.
Hoping that that the exhilaration has sunk in, Pinki, I think I might continue now. *Coughs*
P.i.n.k.i.; a hushed, timid, introvert, girl, in fact the only shy one in our small group- lest that's what she appears to be. I can already see a pair of two little eyes gawking at me, but, anyway...
I always have this thing, kind of, hip-hopping in my mind, I wish you were here since the commencement! But no worries, Der aaye, durust aaye! :P Yeah; I'm learning hindi!
I can still recall that day, that wonderful day, when the sun had set the azure, pristine sky ablaze, you had taken a seat just in front of me and Aisha had just left the class stating some stuff about the Toofani express- Nandini- Tuffs.

*Golmaal Hai... Sab Golmaal Hai*

That was when we became acquaintances. I still have that day etched in my mind! That small, shy, little girl, who was seated just in front of me and who used to pick up all my "giri huwi cheez'" was in fact a DHAMAKA! Plop! Truth dawned upon us, and the day she turned into a sherni always roaring "mummmi"and setting a perpetual example of watching a horror film in a chilled state, it was too late... We were already best buddies!

Nandini.
Nnna-ndiee-neaee -I do request a notice the tamil intonation along with my sardonic voice-. What a person you are! What a person! Fishing out the recollections, from the -in-sane part of my mind, which undeniably has been doted by you -Thank you, for the openhandedness, even though, I would have been fine, far better than fine, without it- I can only say "Keyyy?"
Where do you crop up with such words that leave only a phantom out of me? Seriously?

"Question pour un champion!" [Question for a Champion!]

Who is that one queer and relatively thin-yes, I am being sarcastic- person who subsists in this pitiless word by articulating "Keyyy?" in a whole tamilian way of speech, instead of "What?",in a husky English cadence?

I am sure, even Gloomy would know the answer and she would come, woofing a "Woof-Wooof-Wooof", her tone mounting in intensity and strength, becoming as violent as you are-correction, no one can be as peaceful as you; yes, sarcasm in bubbling in me as I put these words to paper-, with each "Woof" representing your name, going: "Nan-Nandiii-Nandiiiniii" the last syllables intoned as though an asthmatic patient were exhaling a huge puff of air.

I have never been shaken in my life, never before, until you stormed in. Even Shammi Kapoor sir, who happens to be your idol -Yeah, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it! Shake it like Shammi!- would be swollen with pride to see you shaking, ME. Tell, me something, you have you chair, haven't you? Then why, why on earth do you stuff your maxi ass-sorry for the language; courtesy is good at times- on my chair? Why?

Splits of laughter ripped open and ricocheted in the expanse of the room. "Those days were so fanatical, weren't they?" Geet voiced out, responded by a nod and a few sniggers dropping out of Nandini's mouth.

"You were, so nutty, Geet!" she bounced back. "That, was me!"

"I miss Anvesha, a lot; don't you?" Nandini, looked up, her eyes moistened and replied, with and emotion that was indecipherable, like a scrawled handwriting of a two year-old, "I miss everyone."

There was a silence, filled with muffled sounds and an air of resolution which Nandini dismantled, "You know, Geet, the only difference between us is that you took the right decision in love, whereas I took the wrong one, in love."

"No, Nandini; it was Arjun who aggrieved you, and Anvesha. It wasn't your blunder, at all. He seemed to be so in love with you, that even, I was misled."

The refute was ignored by a gloomy reply, "Each one his own fate; you can't do much, can you? I am just happy that you have made the right choice and have got Maan by your side. At least you have someone to blend your splintered pieces back to you. Life is a puzzle, Geet and you should always have someone by your side, to unite the broken pieces of the puzzle, drawing it into a picture, anew, each time." Sliding off the lock key of her mobile, she glanced at the time and sunk it into her purse. "It's getting late, I think I should leave."

Geet smiled, devoid of glum emotions and said, "Stay here for tonight Nandini, let's revert to our world of reminiscences; let's revive school time, please, Tuffs?"

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"Papa, why is mama taking so much time and laughing so much?" Arush questioned his father, irritated. He needed both his maman and papa by his side to be submerged by the world of dreams!
"Let her, Arush, she hasn't done so, heartily for a while..."

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A/N I feel that this chapter may be incomprehensible in some way, so if anything lies not understood, please voice out the queries. Looking forward to reading your views/reviews/comments.
Sorry for any typo!

Footnote: Owing to revisions, I was not able to tack up regular chapters. I'm afraid that this might continue until November. Just as I was able to squeeze in time and scrape through a chapter here, I think I shall be able to do so for the remaining months and hence leading to even tardier chapters.
I'm really very sorry guys!

Babaji!

Waiting for the next part!

Hello people! I'm having exams and being utterly freaked out here! So, next chapter will be in two weeks, when my exams will be over and I'll be in a perpetual holiday!