STALKER
Kyun drad hai itna tere ishq main
Rabba ve... Rabba ve...
rabba ve rabba ve...
The stringing sound of guitar and the melodic yet husky voice intermittent my brisk steps for first time at the stairs of Delhi College of Fashion Designing. Hearing the tune the tug I felt in my heart's cord was implausible. It created a trance to reach out for it. I followed the music and found myself in front of a large crowd of rejoicing students in the parking lot.
The urge to see the countenance of the mortal so prolonged that my fragile frame pushed each one of the obstacle student and came before the phenomena. Mesmerized , hypnotized or dazzled you could put any of this words to describe my perception to laid eyes on God's best creation. The sparkle of his deep caramel like eyes and the golden flicker in them captured my heart at first glance. Other that this his long nose,stronger-larger-defined jawlines, pink lips, thick stubble on the face and the cut upon his left eye could flutter anyone's heart beat like mine.
Here, everyone loved his enamored voice.Cheering of the folks was inevitable evident.
ASR!!! ASR!!!! ASR!!!
They chanted the name like hymns.
The name and the feature of the beholder of it was printed on my mind and heart for forever. From that day I left a letter of my feelings on his expensive bike without a fail.
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One month had passed since that magical incident. He was stupefied to receive a letter on the first day. Later, he tried to search me by arranging a competition in the college called "WHO CAN PROPOSE ASR" .
Envious was the emotion I was introduced with, on that day. Seeing all girls' of the college all over him had woken up the green monster in me. As a punishment of his act, I had stopped writing letters. He was clueless about his castigation until I left a note after three days.
Lavanya Kashyap, the only girl who was his Friend, pointed out on that day how serious I had gotten about him. Though she was absolutely correct, but him could not be mine in this life. After one year, I didn't have to come to escort Payel Jiji, as it was her last year. Moreover, ASR would never look at a Maid like me as His Lover. This game would be over.
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End of that year of 2011 I had sent more than 365 letter to my eternal love and surprisingly got few in return as well. A face to face meeting, was his only plead which I deliberately avoided.
My tore clothes or undernourished body was not the reason of my denial. I just did not wanted to see sympathy into his eyes for me ever.
I, Khushi Kumari Gupta, would always be remained as a Stalker of ASR.
...THE END...
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