Whaaaaaattttttttt….is my girl up to, kissing, crying, running away, hiding…what the hell is my not-so-little girl up to…?
Well dear readers let me tell you, you must be thinking why am I being such an obnoxious snob, I mean, it is after all Rumi’s discretion right? “To be or not to” like many souls have already said, but then she’s being so naive, and this fellow, let me see it today, I don’t want to but I must I think, I can’t see her getting hurt like this, oh! there’s her brother! I’ll see you readers later on, ohkay, toodles!
“What the hell was that?” Rumi thought to herself while managing to pour herself a cuppa tea while sitting crosslegged under her favourite tree in the lawn that was situated just opposite the cafe in the campus.
“I mean why was there a need for a kiss? I mean it was good though, why did we stop though? We could have continued, the bell, offcourse the bell, fuhhccckk, I am so stupid, should I text him today? Should I..” Rumi kept talking with herself in a hushed tone, her hands typed and untyped the whatsapp text, her chain of thoughts were broken by a far away call that went like…
“KIDDDDOOO”, It was Shiva, her senior in college whom she called “Daada” fondly. Shiva was in his second year of Electronics Engineering and was a heartthrobe of many. From juniors to seniors all wanted to be in his circle. Shiva was an all rounder, from studies to extra-curricular, he had a knack for almost anything and everything. 5’8″ in height, broad shoulders, long hairs that fell right till the nape of his neck, Shiva was “the” dancer for the college. It was during the freshers fest that the two met and instantly a brother-sister bond was created.
“What are you doing here?, Shiva asked.
“Hi Daada…”, Rumi answered in her sing song voice.
“That wasn’t my question..”
“ummm…Daada, how have you been, how was Antragini?”
“Kiddo, I wasn’t born yesterday you know, would you speak up now or should I ask Freddie?”
“Everything’s fine Daada,I was just trying to drink some “chai”, here have some.” With this she offered him some tea in a paper cup. Short tempered and caring was Shiva’s alter-ego, thus his phone had already dialled Uncle Freddie’s number.
“Freddie, hi, all good, yeah, okay, cool…oh!..hmmm!, Thanks man! Yeah one Dosa, Manchurian and Fried Rice for lunch, thanks!”
Rumi while fidgeting her fingers was lost for words. She didn’t wish to discuss about the kiss, neither her breakup.
“So, Freddie says and I quote, “She was crying and lambu came to her rescue”, wanna add on to that part now? When did you guys patched up?”
This came as a shocker to her, and was written all over her face.
“First years are like open books, there’s literally are podcasts every night about the “wanted girls and boys”, don’t be so shocked, we even know your cycles, we are men, and yeah we are dogs”, Shiva answered her looked in his famous unfiltered manner.
“Whhaaat..? Even the menses? You guys keep a tab? Fuhcckkk”
“That’s what you got from the conversation?”
“duhhh..yeahh!! that’s creepy!”
Also Read: CHAPTER-1- , CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3.1, CHAPTER 3.2, CHAPTER 4, CHAPTER 5, CHAPTER 6, CHAPTER 7
“Yeah! I know, so what’s up? The corner is good, isn’t it?” Shiva said with a chuckle in his voice while pointing at the corner just behind the canteen where a while ago Rumi and Aman had embraced each other. The duo had now started walking towards the canteen as the lunch order placed was ready and Freddie had texted Shiva.
“Daada…”
“What..? I am just curious, I couldn’t connect the dots, crying, hugging and everything in between…”
“Oh..shoot..did anyone else also saw us?”
“Who do you think rang the bell?”
“What?”
“There’s a button for ringing the bell in the canteen, I pressed that when I saw what I cannot unsee now”
“Oh! fuhhckk”
“Its okay”
“Then why did you call Uncle Freddie?”
“To make you confide in me, I see you don’t trust me, care to say something now?”
“Daada, you are my brother and my senior, I am just not that…”
Her voice was trailed off as upon entering the canteen she saw Aman sitting on his knees and proposing a batchmate of his. That was too much for Rumi, she clutched Shiva’s hand and pressed hard against his fingers. Shiva dragged her towards the counter, picked up the lunch tray and started walking towards the rear end of the canteen. Once settled, he offered her water, Rumi was dumbfounded, she felt like a fool and was questioning all her decisions ever made, controlling her tears, she drank water, took a spoonful of fried rice, looked Shiva in the eye and said,”It is so tasty Daada…”
Shiva smiled and didn’t ask any further questions, the lunch was scrumptious, Uncle Freddie treated Rumi with her favourite chicken momos with his special tomato-red chilly salsa. That afternoon Aman’s dining orders were either finished or not on the menu, Uncle Freddie made sure to give him a snare like that of the Death Vader’s but with his eyes, everytime Aman tried questioning.
Only Aman knew what was going on in his mind, as to why his proposed to his batchmate and why was he defying his heart and soul so very much. Little did he knew tonight would be a different night for him, as his soul would be confronted by Rumi’s. As we all know Rumi’s soul is vexed and is determined to seek answers.
Also Read: CHAPTER-1- , CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3.1, CHAPTER 3.2, CHAPTER 4, CHAPTER 5, CHAPTER 6, CHAPTER 7
