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This ones for you Tasnim ... You know I love you right! š¤
HEART STRINGS
" Keh Doon Tumhe ... Yaa Chup Rahu
Dil Mein Mere Aaj Kya Hain ... "
" Arre kisine uss Kara ko dekha hain? He is looking so handsome in that Blue Shirt upar se aaj Baal khule rakhke aayaa hain! Khushi ne humaari humme ... Maar dala allah ... Maar dala Allah! " An excited Megha started singing while drooling at their Professor Kara.
" Udde jab jab zulfein unki ... Haan udde jab jab zulfein unki ... Kawaariyon ka dil machle ..." Megha's Bench partner Ashi continued with a different song. Both of them giggled.
" Will you both care and SHUT UP! We are sitting in a classroom " An irritated Gauri turned her head to fire the back benchers. Both of them made faces at her.
" Relax Gauri abhi class shuru hone mein dus minute baaki hain ... Aur hum toh Omkara Sir ke baare mein hi baat kar rahe hain! " Ashi winked at Gauri.
Gauri turned her head again to look back in her note book ... The way Megha and Ashi were busy drooling over Her Prof. Om was making her angry ... Her palms were itching ... She was having the ultimate ' Ek Jhaap Mein Deewar Pe Satt Jayibe ' feeling. She wanted to answer back both the crazy girls ... Nobody had the right to talk about Omkara that way, Only Gauri could do that! So furious with both the girls she had become that the pencil in her hand broke into two pieces hurting her a little.
Om entered the classroom exactly after ten minutes and everyone sang a good afternoon to him. So engrossed in some frenzied thoughts she had become ... She spring from her seat the moment she hear a choir of untuned voices ...
After some joking, giggling, singing and commentary Om started to teach them about some paintings of the Mughal Era. It was an interactive class as usual but Gauri was behaving really unusual ... She sincerely penned down every punctuation of his lecture every day but not today ... Reminding herself again and again that this was the last time he had come to teach this class ... That he was leaving for Italy and was not going to return for three months ... That maybe she will never get to see him again ... That she will not be able to listen to his passionate talking about Art ... That she is going to lose him.
After the lecture got over, suddenly everyone wanted to celebrate ... They had planned to give a farewell to Om, the fact remaining that he had resigned from his job due to all the traveling he had to do because of his work. Yes some boys in the class started jumping like Kangaroos, there was music food and even some games but Gauri packed her books and silently left the class room. She was no way going to celebrate him leaving her for like FOREVER!
All the lectures were over and after she returned the books in the library, she sat under the big banyan tree in front of the canteen and kept looking at the surroundings randomly thinking about him. He does not know anything more about her than just her name and her academic performance and he is never going to know that she holds him so close to her heart ... A feeling synonymous to love ... She is always going to remain ' GAURI KUMARI SHARMA ... ROLL NUMBER 32 ... THIRD BENCH ON THE RIGHT' for him ... She sighed.
Sitting over there, she was actually waiting for him like every other day ... She liked to see him pass by. Sometimes busy on the phone, sometimes with another student, sometimes clicking some pictures, sometimes scribbling something and many a times feeding squirrels. Today, she waited for him for more than an hour and then he passed by ... Hurriedly and realization dawned on her that he was going away from her. She had to talk to him ... She had to say a GOOD BYE ... That is the least he could deserve.
" May I come in Sir? " She knocked the door of the staffroom when she was packing his things in a carton.
" Off course Gauri. " He welcomed her with a smile.
" Sir aap jaa rahe hain. " Her tone suddenly feeble even after hard earned control
" Haan ... I am leaving for Italy in the evening. " Om said busy seeing some files. Gauri glanced at all the bouquets, gift boxes, hand made greeting cards and chocolates on the table. Oh she wanted to cry.
" Aap kitne time ke liye jaa rahe ho? " She very well knew the answer but she wanted to keep telling this to herself again and again.
" I will be back in three months. " Om said finally finished with whatever he was doing.
" Aap kyon jaa rahe ho? " Gauri's tone suddenly demanding
" I have made a work commitment there Gauri! " Om replied folding his arms across his chest.
" OKAY BYE!!! " She abruptly turned not wanting to talk to him any more and walked away with a lowered head ... Om was quite puzzled by her such behaviour but the single tear that slipped from her eye to fall on the floor had a different story to tell.
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