#1. The Camp



So here I was, with our four boys and two girls, ready to hop on, for the whole night journey. The boys were really cool, full of fun, and after a tiresome journey, we reached the magnificent school, which was to home us for the next three days and two nights. I was always waiting for such a living because of the orthodoxy I lived in right from my birth. Now I was really living one of my dreams, to live in a hostel! (Now don’t laugh as every one of you would find it quite amusing, I know)
I stayed away from my bunch of school friends, in order to find some new friends, which I loved to do everywhere. Even I got along with some guys whom I had met earlier in some school meets. We mixed up in a few moments, and started roaming around soon. The next day, I was just strolling in the field, when an old enemy came to me and started bullying my new mate. I was fussed n pulled him by his collar. Really, I used to get into such things for friends, selflessly. I enjoyed these couple of days, at nights; we used to get to sleep by 10:30. Sing some bollywood hits and westlife.
It was the last day when we were about to leave the hall room, and don’t know from where I got that idea, I told one boy to turn towards me for a snap, and I zoomed him and removed him from the frame, instead clicked some girls sitting behind him. He started complaining to those girls about the mischief. Suddenly a girl with some curly hairs ran back, and later that day I found myself deleting the only image of girls I had taken, in order to escape the escorting teacher’s scolding.
 By now, I thought I had done everything but no, something was still waiting for me in my last class, that bully was waiting outside his classroom, ready to gang bang me up, but he didn’t know what I had in pocket. He wanted me to apologize to him publicly to which I used some petty slang, pushed him, and went to my classroom, as I was already late. So, after the photo incident, I was packing my bag, when a new buddy came to me, saying some girl, of his school, Sneha, wanted to meet me, before leaving, I was not sure as of what to do, but still went, thinking who is she, and lets meet her.
After reaching the spot where she called me to meet, I found a girl standing there, the back towards me, I regained my courage. Composed to talk, and after a frank conversation, she told that her friend couldn’t come as she didn’t like the idea of meeting there, and told that she was really upset by my act. After some requesting, I told I wanted to meet her, and was led in front of the big hall, where quite a crowd had gathered, not for us, but to meet the famous scientist working in the US. Here, we talked, just the two of us, I apologized again, and she told ok, then she told that she thought she has been observing me since the few days, as she has seen my childhood pics in some of her neighbor’s album (well I didn’t know I was that popular) . She told she sat very close to me and wanted to talk to me since the first day and all, but I was, by this time just gazing at the beau that she was. Truly, without any exaggeration, I found her really innocent, charming and as we all say, attractive too! Those dove like eyes spoke very effectively of the innocence that she still accuses me of lying. Every time while talking to her, even the first time, I didn’t get, how the time flew by. We both took leave of each other and told that we’ll be in contact, but both didn’t exchange numbers!

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