hey guys..
thanks to all ur responses,ive decided to ryt a seires of sajan one shots,referring to them as pages from gunjans diary....
hope u guys like it........criticism most welcome.... do comment if ud like me to continue...
PART ONE
MY FIRST HUG
Tuesday,1st September 2009
Dear diary
it was one of the best of days of my existence....i feel thrilled,sad,excited,guilty,frustrated,happy-all together….for the first time in 19 years..a boy hugged me…somebody who was not related to me…not my brother,not my father,no chachas n no mamas…someone who attracted me like a magnet from the very beginning…
I cant tell u how d hug felt diary…I just wanted to melt in his arms…his grip on my waist made me feel protected…though it was the other way round..he was very upset,I could feel his soft whimpering on my shoulders…he needed all the support I could give,but in the end,I needed support to stand up,I was so flushed …adrenaline was flowing through every vein of my body…I was shivering…when we broke apart,he stared into my eyes for wat felt like an eternity…I had stopped breathing..i felt something different-something new…I shoudnt be feeling nething but pain,my best friend was in tears,but in this pain,I could sense an emotional bond being forged between us..n my heart connecting to his…I just don't know why…maybe that's why im so confused..is it because hes the first guy to hug me?but then…..i don't know…
Ill tell u how it all happened-
I was in college actually…my best friend,samrat had basketball practice,(u noe na hes a dude and all dat)but being a sweetheart that he is,he promised to drop me home..like everyday…
It was 7.30 already,di must be waiting…I rushed to find samrat n tell him dat im leaving,n dat he can continue with his practices,when I saw him sitting in the canteen..alone..it was very dark all around,n his head was resting on the table..
GUNJAN-Samrat…kya hua ?itne andhere mein akele kyun baithe ho?
SAMRAT-kuch nahin chashmish..tum please jao…his voice was breaking….
GUNJAN-samrat..tum ro rahe ho???hua kya??please samrat,btao mujhe..
SAMRAT-Chashmish…wo..mere parents…unka letter aya hai..woh aur 6 months paris mein rahenge…and they've sent me cash to survive…yeh b nahin ki ek phone I kardein..jhooti smiles de dekar main thak gaya hu chashmish…meri chinta kisi ko nahin,mere apne parents ko bhi nahin..mujhse koi pyaar nahin karta chashmish..his voice choked,n I don know why,I had tears in my eys too..i had never seen samrat so upset…didn't expect him to cry for his parents…but something most unexpected was my reaction..or my words..
GUNJAN-aisa kuch nahin hai samrat main tumse pya….i mean,main tumhari best friend hu,aur mujhe tumahari bohot chinta hoti hai…please tum upset mat ho,main hu na..
And with this,samrat bent towards my chair,h hugged me…we were not past the apprhensions of the physical touch,but this tme,I did not want to backoff..he was upset,he needed me…but what I felt was much more than discomfort..infact,it was totally opposite..i dint mind hugging samrat..infact,main use chhodna he nahin chahti thi…he was the guy who stood by me through everythin-th rj hunt,the valentines day dance,my talent parade and much more…he was truly like a soul mate..i was not atal shy infront of him…but wat was more surprising was that all these memories n thots were coming back to me when I embraced him,as if someone was trying to tell me something…
SAMRAT-thanku chashmish….n nothing else needed to be said...n he looked into my eyes for a long moment….before the two of us walked back to his bike and he dropped me home..we didn't say anything to each other on the way,it was not needed…not even a goodbye..the moment was beautiful....or was it just me,with my cheeks Scarlett n moist eyes?
Wat was it diary?why couldn't I control myself?i don't know…m very confused….and I noe tonight,my dreams will include the arts journal,the history project,the sociology report…and Samrats arms wrapped around me,like my personal castle….
Goodnight diary
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