Delhi Diaries.

Little did I know about what was in store for me in this puny not so famous college of this infamous university. With a heavy heart and fake courage etched on every muscle of my face, I moved in to Delhi, fingers crossed, hoping for the best. The first day was totally dismal. The strange faces combined with their their nonchalance towards me, the indifferent attitude of the teachers and the suffocating atmosphere made the college a perfect dystopian world. I was clueless regarding my chances of survival in this foreign land. At once I made up my mind to return to my hometown but a look at the family photo reminded me of the acrimony between me and my parents which had escalated in the recent past. No, there was no returning back now.

I used to walk about the narrow dusty corridors of the college premises carrying a tantalizing smile on my face that belied my inner turmoil. I was a head turner. People watched me from a distance ; they treated me like a fascinating object. This continued till the day I met him. 

HIM. He was a comfort, the only island in this sea of inhospitality. There was something magnetic about him. His radiant personality, friendly gestures and that warm smile drew unprecedented amount of attention. I was particularly impressed by the inherent calmness with which he handled all the daily chores.

He had this amazing ability to listen. Yes, to keep quiet and LISTEN. It's a rarity these days. He was a person, I knew, I could call up anytime and mutter gibberish and I knew, even one hour into the chat, that he was paying utmost attention to every trivial detail of the mundane routine things. He was someone before whom I did not have to think twice, someone who made me rethink, someone I could pour all my frustration into, someone who lived by the day, someone who taught me to live by the day, someone whom I could hug anytime I wanted and I knew he would hug me right back, someone who never got bored of my relentless rantings, someone fiercely liberal, someone ruthlessly cute, someone who made college life possible.  

He was one in a million. With him, every moment deserved being captured. He added colour to my monochrome life, gave a boost to my fading zeal, a spark to my lacklustre eyes, a touch of pink to my white wings, cleansed me of my plagued thoughts and made me smile a thousand smiles. To you, dear one, I raise my cauldron full of hot bubbling love. 

Here's to our perennial friendship and the wonderful years lying ahead. 
Cheers, mate. :)

P.S  I might have acted like a cheese ball and made it all cheesy but hey, I love you OK? Never ever ever change for anyone. Remain the annoying idiot that you are. ;)

Late Night Thoughts.

Nerd. That was my first impression of him. A high level technical nerd. Being sapiosexual myself, I was instantly drawn to him. He was dumbfounded? I bet. We hadn't met before we knew every intricate detail of the most trivial events which were locked in the deepest vault of our hearts. So dear readers, imagine our first meet. Two strangers coming up, shaking hands and then being like "I know 'everything' about you. Let's have some ice cream, shall we?" Creepy? Weird? Awkward? Haha. That was us. And we were proud of that.

Mainstream was a word which could be used as a perfect antonym for us. We were in love? Hopelessly. But do not commit the mistake of degrading him to a position as superfluous as a 'boyfriend'. We shared a 'divine' bond which is beyond the comprehending power of you muggles. We were the perfect inseparable duo. Things between us had escalated up at a meteoric pace.

Uh, you pervert, what are you thinking?
He started scolding and instructing me like he was my daddy in disguise. I wouldn't study? He had a long lecture prepared already. I was low? He had a bucket full of spiced up jokes all brewed and ready to be served. And the cutest thing about this intellectual badass? No matter how much I annoyed him, all he did was a transitory break up, followed by a doomed period of silence and then his caramelized "how could you think I would just leave you and go?" And this, dear audience, was usually followed by a volcanic eruption of tears from my side and some melodrama usually considered 'cute' by chauvinists all across the world.

Yeah, the point I missed. He was a chauvinist and I was a feminist. And our opinions on almost everything under the sun always lied on opposite poles. So as is evident, our daily conversations were never complete without a heavy dose of argument. But no matter how deadly they became, they always ended by 3 at night with a "damn, it's 3. Go to sleep. Love you. Bye." 'Aww' level? Ultra.

And don't even ask about our secret dates. They usually started with him entering 20-40 minutes late with umpteenth swag and a convivial smile followed by me running about the entire mall, cafe, whatever powered by steam, him following me, an hour long apology session stretched to a cuddling session and then teary goodbyes.

That's pretty much about this idiot who has had a significant amount of influence in my life. Things might have gone a bit rocky between us in the bygone month, but I know we are way too flexible to break. We can bend up, down, twist, untwist, and find a solution to everything. Till then, let's hope for the best. Adios.

P.S This is dedicated to a very special idiot who has and still means a lot to me.