“What the fuck was that?” was Sahil’s question to Aman in the boys locker room just before their evening practice match.Aman shrugged his shoulders, averted his gaze and said, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
With this Sahil showed him the “Hostel Whatsapp Group Chat” where evidently after the dreamy proposal in the canteen the video of Aman and Isha was tending. But that wasn’t all. The kissing video from the safe corner had also gone viral and was pinned in the group chat. While some were calling Aman a studd, others were sympathizing with Rumi. All in all the couple was once again ruling the charts as the “couple of the week”. “Have you lost it? Kissing one girl and proposing another, you know they are cut throat competitors, Isha would do anything to make her cry and Isha has a boyfriend outside college,everyone knows she is just into flings in here, then why dude?”
“Can you please mind your own business? I guess you aren’t my fill in the blanks”
“Whoaaaaa! So that’s what this is about, God you are…so…”
“Boys, behave, this is a locker room not your love nest, out on the field and you guys are in the same team!”
“Coach, I am better off without him”, exclaimed Sahil
“College team needs both of you”, was Coach’s reply
“I can manage without some left and right wingers”, retorted Aman
“Both of you 15 rounds of the field, now!”
“Coachhhhh!”, was a unanimous shout from both hot headed men who were now looking at each other menacingly.
“On the field now, or sit on the bench for the inter college and state championship
This warning was enough to keep both the young men run for their spots, as no matter how angry they were with each other, football was their one common love.
Meanwhile in the girls’ hostel the topic of the day was “Ishani” an acronym that Isha came up with after the proposal. She had already started desiging t-shirts for their twinning days and was planning a perfect date. Meanwhile her London based boyfriend had already left her a dozen texts, to which she replied saying, “Babe, you know na engineering is tough, it isn’t filmmaking”
Rumi was off on the field, running for and far from everything, huffing, puffing and thinking everything that’d transpired during the day, for her it was, “time for next”. A perfect revenge plan was brewing in her mind unaware of the fact that her soul was planning something big too. While her rib cage ached and she inhaled mouthfuls of oxygen, her soul had already begun planning the perfect avenge.
The soul had once again decided to be the vigilante and save the carrier from harm. But what about the sync? Will the heart, mind and soul synchronize? Or would each one plan a different story and thus would give rise to cacophony?
The night ahead was of sheer importance. As Rumi and Aman would meet tonight, not in the physical realm but in the astral one. They would speak tonight not about the material but the surreal. They will embrace not via bodies but via something even they weren’t aware of.
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Shaista Fatima or as she prefers going by the name Bhoomi Nighat Siraj, and terms this as her chosen name or takhallus, which is also an ode to her mother, (story around it is deep rooted to finding one's purpose on earth), whose writing and speaking genes she believes to have inherited. She has a masters in mass communication from AJKMCRC-JAMIA MILLIA ISLAMIA. A sufi by heart and a performer inside out she is a theatre artist, an active book reviewer and a communication specialist. Her love for the stage makes her an expert at showmanship and she is ever ready to counsel youth with their endeavours, as a result she looks forward to her work in psychology and communications in the near future. She has published poetry and articles to her credit, has edited novels and believes in writing with the flow. Till date she prefers keeping a journal in hand. In her free time she can be found binge watching or reading autobiographies, fiction, detective novels or sleeping if not doing anything
