It was a noon during my first year at college, with a tongue not blessed enough to wrap girls, i decided to do some overtime in our mechanical workshop. When i reached our department, it was empty. Mech boys were not at all interested in classes, especially if freshers have arrived. There was pomegranate plant in our mech dept courtyard. Its fruits were strictly reserved for our seniors, we never dared to look at the fruit. When i just reached the courtyard, i couldnt believe my eyes. A girl, a first year like me, alone, trying to climb the wall, her aim was the red pomegranate, reserved only for seniors. A first year girl trying such a thing in mechanical department was just like doing suicide, i walked towards the lab, when she heard my footsteps, got frightened and turned back, then the comedy began, she was stuck in the wall and with much difficulty slowly descended from it, since i was not wearing a uniform, she thought i was a senior. She slowly did some actions by clapping her hands, as if she was not frightened at all and with a shivering smile walked away from there.She was tall but slender, long dark hair,long enough to reach her knees, spectacles so thick like soda glass and eyes like big balls, protruding as if to fall down at any moment. If you are taking each sections, she was average, but totally she was very cute and surely brighter than half of us. I wanted to meet her. But how? that was the question. Up to 12th std, i always stayed away from girls, actually i feared them. When ever i talk to a girl, my eyes will be fixed at the horizon, hands folded behind to conceal the shivering and words of course tremble all the way. Now i want to talk to a girl, not a simple girl, but bold enough to tress pass into mech department. That was the first and last time i repented in choosing Mechanical engg.
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