Flash back 3yrs ago.
The National Dancing Competition was nearing by and Anjali still did not have dance partner, forget practicing. This is not Anjali at all. She would be always six months ahead of any performance, already sorted out the steps, song, clothes, everything. It was not like she did not have any dance partner. She had Krishna, Karan n Arjun, all fabulous dancers. Thats how the KKaykay group came about together. They all met in all odd places shops, sports club, singing class, etc, but wound up together in the same Dance Studio. They have know each other for 3 yrs now. This worried Karan alot. "Whats happening, why isn't Anjali doing anything. Is She not plannig to do the competition. This is the nationals not stage performances." Anjali had something else preoccupied in her mind. She was in a dillemma, n kept it to herself so that she didnt hurt anyones feelings.
"God, Why do all the problems come to me. Cant u spare me. Have Hugo on my head. He never listens to me. and now this competition." She thought might be it would be better and clearer to jot it down. The problem was Anjali knew very well that her friends are really good dancers, But are they good enough for the Nationals. She wanted to win at any cost. She wanted the best dancer as her partner. She really couldnt say this to her friends. But the real problem is she just cant find the best.
It was another quite day of school. The kaykays didnt talk much to eachother. they wouldnt dare to start even a conversation. the atmosphere was very dry. Finally Anjali said "Ok guys, i'm going home, I have alot of HW." Everybody lifted their eyes in amusement. What did she say Homework. As far as everybody knew that Anjali never did her homework. She would do it in the morning and break. I mean busily copying it from some nerd. Anjali was too depressed with her thoughts. She walked slowly back home. Looking at the road, not lifting up to see if she's in danger. Then from the corner of her eyes she saw something. She looked back again to confirm. Yes he was the one. The perfect dancer she was looking for. She felt like running up to him and get it finalised. But in reality he was in his home. She couldnt just ring the bell and say hmm... would you like to be my dance partner. what would he think. Im some wacko. She waited for a few minutes there. trying to think hard of some idea. her mind was blank she would come up with any decent one. She gave up. but atleast she knows where he live.
Anjali couldn't sleep she had to get him somehow. It was 1:30am she picked up her phone to call Kajal. The kaykays were quite used to the phone ringing at anytime in the night. that they didnt even bother to fight on the topic.
"hey it's Anjali. Could u help me
ya sure wat is it. (kajal groaned)
there is this guy n i want to tell him something but im not able to.
Kajal face glimmed ooh Anjali has a crush on someone. kajal teased her who is this guy u are talking about
no yaar, its nothing like that.
every girl denies the fact.
just stop it. Im talking about uncle Alim. Anjali had to lie. otherwise the conversation would get nowhere. kajal was quite 'oh'. Uncle Alim is Latifa mom's ex husband. He was not really a good person but for the sake of Hugo, I have to meet him. Hugo would always insist that he wants to see his father. it justifiable. by why always do i have to drop him there. first of all Hugo n my relationship is war n hate. He never accepted me as his sis. but i find him adorable.
After a long pause kajal came up with an idea. why dont u record the message u want. immediately Anjali responded doesnt that sound a little on the romantic side. this would give a really wrong impression. u know how uncle Alim thinks.
pause. Just write a really really formal letter, expressing your thoughts. jabbed it in his hand and leave as soon as possible. as you wouldnt need to see his stupid expression. that was it. the perfect idea. Anjali slammed down the phone.
arre what do u want to tell him. before she could get answer the phone line cut.
watever kajal just go back to ur beauty sleep. tommorrow is saturday. you can get up late.
Monday morning. Anjali was in front of the house. All she had to do is cross the road, ring the bell and give it to him. She crossed the road and just stood there in front of the door. Her hands were trembling. She could even lift them as if they were paralysis. She just stood there for a good ten mins. Then she heard a noise. "Honey Im going to work, ill be late." The door was going to opening. Out of fright Anjali ran as fast as she could. Wait a minute. Oh no I didn't give the letter. Its not like im his girlfriend that I should act like this.
Next day. She was there again, across the road. This time he was outside. She murmured to herself Anjali today you have to do it. Otherwise a golden opportunity will be lost. She step to cross the road then stepped back. A car came in the way. Oh god what now? And the boy was not there. Oh no not again. Why is this happening.
She sulkingly went to college. She couldn't believe it, he guy was rite in front of her and she couldn't do a simple thing. Then she saw the same guy, going into the college opposite hers . So he studies there. Cool now I know where he studies. She had a small break between the classes and thought of giving the letter then. She entered the college.
Her eyes darted around to look for the guy and there she spotted him on the 3rd floor. She ran up the stair, she felt tired but nevertheless ran. The last stretch seemed like the scene in KKHH when SRK and Kajol run in the field to say I luv u. She broke the circle of friends, put the letter in his hand and said please. Turned around and ran back to college
What Kavya you are simply great man. You have priya here and there is this girl. Why didn't you ever mention her. Don't tell me you just met her yesterday.
Just shut up. I don't even know her. I have never seen her before.
Don't make up. She has given a letter. Open it, and see what is written.
Its not good to read or hear others messages. (Kavya goes to his class and slips the note in his pocket.)
Kya boring insaan hai. Lets go to class. The bell has already ringed.