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What were the conversations, Belan was showing practice on rotis, and a smile appeared on his lips. What were the things? , You have written the chemistry notes, I did not come yesterday, so please give me your register. I would look at him with questioning eyes and he would understand. He would say nervously that he had asked his friends earlier, but no one took complete notes. How cute it looked when his lies were reflected on his face. The hand stopped for a moment. As always, the laughter on the lips and the tears in the eyes were in sync. Leaving the heart with the mind, I could not understand whether to laugh remembering those sweet memories or cry with tearful eyes longing to see them for years. Even today, as usual, he had wiped his glasses and eyes with his pallu. The hands started moving again. It is about the final year. I did not go to college for five days. Mummy was admitted to the hospital. On the sixth day, he came home on a bicycle. It seemed from his expression that he had mustered tons of courage to come home. There were no mobile phones in those days. Even landline phones had limited usage so no one knew why I had taken leave. When the bell rang, Father opened the door.
Looking at him carefully, he asked, "Yes brother, tell me whom do you want to meet?" He cleared his throat with great difficulty. He looked at me sideways but still said, "Hello uncle! Does Neerja ji live here?" Papa said yes and said that a few days ago he wanted a book on physical chemistry. Was not found in the library. Today I have got the issue done, so I have come to give it." Papa said, "Bring it, I will give it. I rebuked my mind, “If you did not give him water then why do you care?”. "It used to be like this at that time. When I remembered his face turning red due to heat and nervousness, the water from his hand spilled out instead of the pot and a smile appeared on his lips again. Both of us had joined I used to think that it felt good when we found each other, lived together, and talked. Both of us belonged to middle-class families where marriage was decided only according to the consent of the parents. Although many parents, like my parents, would not say such a thing, it was a universal rule. I felt like people were starting to notice us. Wherever we stood and talked, people would start looking at us with a different smile. Don't know what happened between us? We did not try to give any name to that relationship. Maybe there will be love but we never said it. Anyway, I, and perhaps he too started worrying about our respective families. We used to talk only about studying in college, but perhaps some other feelings were growing in my mind, which her eyes were now testifying to. The thief in my mind was probably scaring me that people who were staring at me might tell me at home. The biggest worry of those days was that mom and dad might get shocked and get married. I started avoiding him. Keeping Luna in the parking lot, she started going straight to class and home from class. Started concentrating on my studies. Today this relationship came to the friends, that relationship came, there were only talks about wedding lehenga, jewelry, etc. I closed myself in a shell, he also started avoiding me considering the honor of the house more important.
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