Geet was in a hurry. No she wasn't getting late but the
jitters in her stomach made it seems like the clock was running fast just like
her heart beats. She was afraid in her excitement-that had become so big it
could be counted as nervousness-she would forget something, do something
idiotic. Gosh, she had thought she would never see a college much less a
college in a metro city.
Phew, it felt like a dream so when she came out of the
bathroom and found a grey and pink thing on her bed she actually thought it was
dream. The laptop was slick and glorious. And were those... real diamonds?
There
was a mobile beside the laptop too.
Clothes were fine but with this Dadimaa had gone too far
off.
Yeh hum nahi laye.
Dadimaa told unlike last time when Geet had come to her with clothes in hand. Humme lagta hai yeh Maan aapke lie le kar
aaye hai.
Geet was first confused then ecstatic then apprehensive.
All those emotions mixed and turned into anger. *Kis haq se unhone mujhe yeh
dia? Apni patni nahi maante, khud ko swarthy kehte hai... aur mere lie yeh sab
karke mujhe chota bana dete hai.*
There was no exact time anymore when Maan left for
office, sometimes he left too early so she half expected him to not be there in
his room when she walked in. But he was there wearing his tie. His thick lashes
rose to reveal dark orbs that sucked her into their depths. Maan was dazed to
dazed to see her in jeans, kurti and a stole. Her straight hairs were open
falling down to her waist. She looked so different and angelic, fresh- He
didn't want to let her go out alone. Absence of her ever-present symbols of
marriage didn't escape his eyes. He felt a pang of hurt, he wasn't a conformist
but she was... going away. This was the grand start. He smiled ruefully.
He saw the lappy and mob in her hands.
You look beautiful
and the laptop matches your stole. His lovely smile was smug. It's a gift since you are joining college
and would need these. And it's also to say that I am there with you. He cleared
his throat uncomfortably. If you need anything, anytime. Did you... like it?
He waited for her response and she nodded after few still
seconds, relief flooded him. He had personally selected the design and had it
custom made. Obviously it had costed him a fortune but he wanted to give her everything
special. The best person deserved the bestest of things. Geet signed a thank
you and left with the laptop hugged to her chest. For a moment he wanted to be
there in her arms but as she walked away he reminded himself of the mountain of
reasons why that would always be a dream, never to come true.
She caressed the laptop with wet eyes and big smile.
Despite whatever he said, she did mean something to him. The gestures that he
put in so much effort to hide said so, his eyes said so. The way he had asked
if she liked it, Geet knew that expression... it was of hope. On his face there
was a kind of fear that she wouldn't like his gift. How could she deny it? When
he was looking at her with those big eyes that gave him away. Only sometimes
did it happen that the real Maan broke through the hard exterior, the Maan who
had saved her from her family and later consoled her, taking her so tenderly in
his arms.
She loved his gifts. They were a bit flashy-specially the
laptop-and would catch everybody's eyes but still it was most amazing gift
because it was from her husband. Her smile broadened even more when a naughty
idea came to her mind. She would make him teach her all their functions and if
he tried to deny she would say it was his own doing since he only brought the them.
That way she could spend some time with him, hayeee... she blushed grinning like
a fool.
After taking babaji and dadimaa's blessing Geet left for
college. The car dropped her at the college gates. Madam ji, sham ko mai aapko yahi pe milunga. Geet nodded too
unnerved to even smile. A gal walked passed, accidently bumping into her. Her
bag fell and Geet muttered a sorry. Babes
look where you are walking.
Well she wasn't walking. What a welcome! Inside, the
college was huge and by the time she stopped looking around in wonder, the bell
rang and pupils started to rush around. Geet had the schedule but didn't know
where her classroom was. She attempted at catching someone to ask direction but
couldn't, it was like a tornado had hit the place. A whistle had her halting.
There was group of boys sitting over a raised platform.
Hi. They all
said in chorus and waved their hands. Geet smiled and awkwardly waved her hand.
Fresher? One of them asked and Geet
bit her lip. She didn't want to get ragged. Nai. She said but they probably already knew she was new so
instantly nodded her head. The guys laughed. Hoo ke nai hooo...? One drawled and she gulped making a baby face.
Geet looked back at the now deserted ground and the empty corridors beyond. She
adjusted her stole and practically ran from there.
The guy who had asked about her being fresher had came
behind her. She turned back and he titled his head to look up, whistling
casually. *Babaji kaha phasa dia?* Geet cribbed walking faster, checking the
room numbers to find hers. She climbed the stairs and Fresher? Guy followed. Class dhundh rai ho? She didn't reply. Kam sunai deta hai madam? Are you searching
for your class? I can help you. She looked at him skeptically and nodded
then showed him her schedule, pointing at the room number. It's this way. She started to walk in that direction. Oh, am sorry. Your class is that way. I
forgot. Giving him an annoyed look she turned to go in the said direction. Wait... even this not the right way; I guess
your room is upstairs. He smirked and Geet felt like slapping that smirk
off his face. *Khud ko kya samjhta hai gadha kahika.*
Deciding to search her own way she marched pass him. Hey, I didn't do it intentionally. I just
have loose memory, you know. She kept walking rapidly looking at the class
room numbers and getting glares from the teachers inside. She started to ascend
the stairs. Listen... Fresher? Guy
held her hand and that was it. She slapped his hand away, inadvertently scoring
his skin with her nail. What the hell.
He hissed. Sorry... sorry. Geet held the
same hand now in hers, examining the damage. It wasn't much just a tiny
scratch.
Tum karo toh
chamatkar, hum kare toh balatkar. He spoke snootily and Geet snatched her
hands back going all red. Your room is fourth
from right. With a wink he raced down the stairs. This time he had told
right and Geet finally entered her classroom.
You are late.
The prof said as if she didn't know. Geet hung her head down. Late college admission then late comer in
class as well. Don't know how the administration gave you admission. Go sit at
the back. Geet complied while the prof kept cursing the college
administration and her.
Don't be sad.
The chubby girl sitting beside Geet whispered. It's usual. He is like that only. Happens, after you teach dumbasses
for years. Myself Pinky from Punjab. New to Delhi. Chip?
Geet picked chips from the offered packet and ate hiding
her face behind the student's head who was sitting in front. *I am Geet. I am
also from Punjab.* She wrote on her pad and showed. Pinky thought Geet didn't
want to get caught that's why she was writing.
By lunch time Geet and Pinky had become friends and were
talking like they knew each others for years... well, not talking exactly. Pinky
soon discovered that Geet couldn't speak but that didn't disrupt their gossips.
Dadimaa was right. What gals were wearing here was skimpy
and many attires made her blush. Geet was observing the clothes only when her
eyes locked with familiar ones.
Annie was looking at her with murderous eyes. For a
second Geet didn't know how to react, whether to acknowledge Annie or just
ignore like she didn't know her SIL because Annie might not like talking to her
between her friends. Her dilemma was solved as Annie turned on her heels and
strode away very angrily. The rest of the day was nothing special, Geet
attended classes and went back home.
She told Dadimaa everything from the Fresher? Guy to
Annie. They were just talking when Annie came in boiling red. May I know what the hell you were doing in
my college?
Dadimaa- Usne
admission lia hai, Annie.
Annie- Ghar kya
kam tha jo yeh college me bhi aa gai. Akhir iski problem kya hai? And she
started saying all this and that about how Geet couldn't study that too in
HER' college, how Geet was making HER' life miserable. Geet wasn't surprised
at all. The expressions with which Annie was looking at her in college Geet had
known this would happen. Thankfully Geet had become inured to Divya and Annie's
taunts and tantrums.
Dadimaa- Annie aap
saari tameez bhul gai hai kya? Yeh apki bhabhi hai aur aap inse aise kaise baat
kar sakti hai?
Literally, smoke was coming out of Annie's ears. Dadimaa I know she is your favorite but
please spare me. Yeh meri bhabhi-wabhi nai hai. With a disgusted face,
Annie pointed a finger at Geet. Don't
you dare talk to me in college or even look at me and I don't want anyone
knowing that you have something to do with me.
It was Geet's second week in college and Pinky hadn't
come because she was sick. Apart from Pinky Geet had no other friend because of
her inability to speak which was a barrier when it came to making friends out
of unwilling people. But not everything was that bad. One thing that Geet was
scared of the most didn't happen. Ragging. She was relieved like all other
freshers in college. Almost a month had passed since the sessions had started
and there was no mention of ragging anywhere. The college authorities were very
strict about it.
It was just when that all freshers had become damn sure
no ragging was going to happen the seniors called them to assemble in hall.
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