Prologue



He came running to me asking what happened. All of a sudden what, how, and many things... I could only figure that he was at least there, caring for me, when my family gave me away. I guess everyone was busy with their lives, so no regrets.
“Hey pal; thanks for dropping by” were the only few things I could utter. I still remember the first day in class; he came with a grin after having done some mischief. He was new to me; we didn’t talk much as I was quite a shy figure, and the so called good students in teachers’ eyes, whereas he was the stud. With each passing day, I could make out the similarities between us. And later on, in a class test I was caught helping him, result? “Both outside the class till the recess.” The slim dude, in sharp rimless spectacled teacher ordered. With no words in opposition I came outside whereas he continued arguing, as a result of which I was called back and allowed to sit. Exactly two years later, I was going on this high achievers’ camp. Only a few got selected, and I was happy to go too. Well, little did I know that this camp thing would change my life entirely! A mate of mine said to me, “whom are you going to propose this time?” taken aback and I felt low, because I was really a looser when it came to these girl matters, yeah, I got rejected twice in my first go. Again Rohan came to my rescue with “just wait and watch” very little did he too know what he just said.

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  1. Unknown1 December 2016 at 15:59

    The slim dude, in sharp rimless spectacled teacher. Respect 😎

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