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Hey guys!! I was just bored and stuff, so i wrote down this small stuff. Just posting it for the sake of it. Tell me if i should continue or not....
Its about the Bomb wali episode...i have put in a few things of my own too...hope u guys like it!!
It started off as a good day, all of us friends were together, having fun. I was with her, which was the most important thing, and for once, we were not fighting. Actually, we were, all of us. The boy gang had ganged up against the girls, and all of us were again busy in our childish acts. Maybe it was because of the break we had gotten from work after such a long time. We basically had fun, teasing each other, fighting in every possible way: stealing mattresses, throwing things at each other, playing cricket with the 'safai' wali cheezain, having water, paint and mud fight. It was all in all a good day, i loved my friends, i loved being with them, but most of all, i loved being with her. Whenever she was with our friends, there was a certain glow, a special happiness on her face. She acted like one of us, there were no restrictions, no limitations there. When with the gang, she wouldn't act like Riddhima Gupta, THE Shashank Gupta's daughter. In fact, she acted like Riddhima Gupta, a part of the noisy intern gang. She was just like a small kid, stubbornly fighting with me over nothing, getting the kick out of irrtating me, and well, just being herself. I love it whenever she is happy, i love it when she smiles. I think, on one of those days whenever everything is going bad and nothing is making sense, that one smile makes things so much better. I dont know why, but whenever i see her smile, it seems like the world can be a beautiful place, after all. She is just.....aahhh, see we are disgressing from the topic again. Just say the name Riddhima and i am off to another world. Anyway....
So all in all, we all had fun, did khoob masti, really pestered Shubhankar Sir....(sorry sir...;) heheh...so this happened when we were on our way back to Lonavla. First there had been this huge debate about who would sit in the front seat, because all of them fought when they were together in the back seat and well...we just couldnt let Muskaan and Rahul sit together for long, otherwise they would rip off each other's hair. So they sat in the middle seats. Atul wouldnt sit in the front cuz Anjali was sititng at the back, and he wanted to sit with her. There was so little space in the back, Anjie kept forcing him to sit in the front, but the guy wouldnt budge. Anyways, Shubhankar sir was about to sit in when i looked at Riddhima's crest-fallen face. She had wanted to sit in the front on the way here too, but Rahul had jumped up before she could. Now it was Shubahankar sir. I looked at her and sighed. If there was one thing in the world i couldnt see, it was that face....that gloomy, depressed face. So i concoted some random rubbish of Shubhankar sir having to sit in between Muskaan and Rahul so they both didnt get to fight. The look of happiness on her face when she got to sit in the front was worth every bad thing i went through that day. She could find happiness in even the smallest thing, like sitting in the front seat with me.
With her sitting next to me, i couldnt concentrate much on the driving. She was looking so pretty, i couldnt keep my eyes off her. Anyway, we had some randon talk about the previous night and i learnt she was pissed at me so i said sorry. And she replied, with one simple sweet 'okay'. They way she said that makes me smile even now. That innocence hidden in that voice...aahh!! Khair, so we both are busy talking, taking advantange of the fact that no one was looking that we didnt see the bus accident before us. When i did, i stopped the car and all of us ran from the car to help the victims.
Well, i really dont know what happened to her for a few hours after that. I was so darn busy with all the people to tend to and so many casualities, i didnt have a thought to spare. I thought she might be around somewhere, helping out someone, like all of us. A few hours passed, i didnt know how many patients i attended to. All i do remember is this one old woman who said something like 'jab tumhain pyaar hoga na, tabb pata chalega beta..." or something like that....thats when i thought of Riddhima, and started looking around for her. I was just thinking whether she was okay: no, i am not saying she cant work under stress, she can, in fact she is one of the few people i have seen who does not break under any kind of pressure. Anyways, so u started looking for her and couldnt see her anywhere. I aske Rahul and Shubhankar sir, but they both were so busy, they didnt know themselves.
Okay, so i am not making this up, but seriously, somewhere along the time when i was attending my patients, just for a fleeting second, i had closed my eyes and i dont know why but an image of Riddhima had flashed across me....the thing i didnt notice at that time was that in that image, Riddhima was crying. I had ignored it, reprimanding myself of thinking about her when i had so many patients to attend to. But now that i think of it, it was like a premonition, like something bad was going to happen. So what happens after i asked everyone and they said they didnt see her....i started getting worried and looked around frantically for her.
That was when i saw a blue van, a little away from the casualty site. I also thought i saw Riddhima's blue duppatta, so i made my way towards the van. I was on the other side of the van, and as soon as her face came into view, i sighed with relief. Thank GOD she was okay. I peeked in through the window and saw someone badly injured lying there. Riddhima had her hand inside his jacket, maybe she was trying to stop the blood flow, i thought. I asked her many times what happened, she was crying so badly she couldnt speak. Thinking the person was too badly injured, and Riddhima was scared because of that, i took hold of the jacket and pulled it back. What i saw was her hand, lying on a bomb, wound against this guy's chest.
They say there comes a time in life when the fear in your heart surpasses every other feeling in the world, when your whole being shudders and trembles with the fear of something unknown. That moment came in my life when i saw my girl's beautiful hand lying on that death machine. My heart literally stopped beating for a second, my breath hitched. Try as i might, i could NOT breath.
So...should i continue...? Do comment.
Kiran
Its about the Bomb wali episode...i have put in a few things of my own too...hope u guys like it!!
It started off as a good day, all of us friends were together, having fun. I was with her, which was the most important thing, and for once, we were not fighting. Actually, we were, all of us. The boy gang had ganged up against the girls, and all of us were again busy in our childish acts. Maybe it was because of the break we had gotten from work after such a long time. We basically had fun, teasing each other, fighting in every possible way: stealing mattresses, throwing things at each other, playing cricket with the 'safai' wali cheezain, having water, paint and mud fight. It was all in all a good day, i loved my friends, i loved being with them, but most of all, i loved being with her. Whenever she was with our friends, there was a certain glow, a special happiness on her face. She acted like one of us, there were no restrictions, no limitations there. When with the gang, she wouldn't act like Riddhima Gupta, THE Shashank Gupta's daughter. In fact, she acted like Riddhima Gupta, a part of the noisy intern gang. She was just like a small kid, stubbornly fighting with me over nothing, getting the kick out of irrtating me, and well, just being herself. I love it whenever she is happy, i love it when she smiles. I think, on one of those days whenever everything is going bad and nothing is making sense, that one smile makes things so much better. I dont know why, but whenever i see her smile, it seems like the world can be a beautiful place, after all. She is just.....aahhh, see we are disgressing from the topic again. Just say the name Riddhima and i am off to another world. Anyway....
So all in all, we all had fun, did khoob masti, really pestered Shubhankar Sir....(sorry sir...;) heheh...so this happened when we were on our way back to Lonavla. First there had been this huge debate about who would sit in the front seat, because all of them fought when they were together in the back seat and well...we just couldnt let Muskaan and Rahul sit together for long, otherwise they would rip off each other's hair. So they sat in the middle seats. Atul wouldnt sit in the front cuz Anjali was sititng at the back, and he wanted to sit with her. There was so little space in the back, Anjie kept forcing him to sit in the front, but the guy wouldnt budge. Anyways, Shubhankar sir was about to sit in when i looked at Riddhima's crest-fallen face. She had wanted to sit in the front on the way here too, but Rahul had jumped up before she could. Now it was Shubahankar sir. I looked at her and sighed. If there was one thing in the world i couldnt see, it was that face....that gloomy, depressed face. So i concoted some random rubbish of Shubhankar sir having to sit in between Muskaan and Rahul so they both didnt get to fight. The look of happiness on her face when she got to sit in the front was worth every bad thing i went through that day. She could find happiness in even the smallest thing, like sitting in the front seat with me.
With her sitting next to me, i couldnt concentrate much on the driving. She was looking so pretty, i couldnt keep my eyes off her. Anyway, we had some randon talk about the previous night and i learnt she was pissed at me so i said sorry. And she replied, with one simple sweet 'okay'. They way she said that makes me smile even now. That innocence hidden in that voice...aahh!! Khair, so we both are busy talking, taking advantange of the fact that no one was looking that we didnt see the bus accident before us. When i did, i stopped the car and all of us ran from the car to help the victims.
Well, i really dont know what happened to her for a few hours after that. I was so darn busy with all the people to tend to and so many casualities, i didnt have a thought to spare. I thought she might be around somewhere, helping out someone, like all of us. A few hours passed, i didnt know how many patients i attended to. All i do remember is this one old woman who said something like 'jab tumhain pyaar hoga na, tabb pata chalega beta..." or something like that....thats when i thought of Riddhima, and started looking around for her. I was just thinking whether she was okay: no, i am not saying she cant work under stress, she can, in fact she is one of the few people i have seen who does not break under any kind of pressure. Anyways, so u started looking for her and couldnt see her anywhere. I aske Rahul and Shubhankar sir, but they both were so busy, they didnt know themselves.
Okay, so i am not making this up, but seriously, somewhere along the time when i was attending my patients, just for a fleeting second, i had closed my eyes and i dont know why but an image of Riddhima had flashed across me....the thing i didnt notice at that time was that in that image, Riddhima was crying. I had ignored it, reprimanding myself of thinking about her when i had so many patients to attend to. But now that i think of it, it was like a premonition, like something bad was going to happen. So what happens after i asked everyone and they said they didnt see her....i started getting worried and looked around frantically for her.
That was when i saw a blue van, a little away from the casualty site. I also thought i saw Riddhima's blue duppatta, so i made my way towards the van. I was on the other side of the van, and as soon as her face came into view, i sighed with relief. Thank GOD she was okay. I peeked in through the window and saw someone badly injured lying there. Riddhima had her hand inside his jacket, maybe she was trying to stop the blood flow, i thought. I asked her many times what happened, she was crying so badly she couldnt speak. Thinking the person was too badly injured, and Riddhima was scared because of that, i took hold of the jacket and pulled it back. What i saw was her hand, lying on a bomb, wound against this guy's chest.
They say there comes a time in life when the fear in your heart surpasses every other feeling in the world, when your whole being shudders and trembles with the fear of something unknown. That moment came in my life when i saw my girl's beautiful hand lying on that death machine. My heart literally stopped beating for a second, my breath hitched. Try as i might, i could NOT breath.
So...should i continue...? Do comment.
Kiran
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