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Things had started changing in my life. The word ‘love’ used to conjure up a whole set of images in my mind- images of pipasa. Every silence made me hear her mellifluous voice, I started talking to her sun-consciously.

The ringtone of my cell phone pierced into my ears bringing me back from deep slumber. I stumbled to find it on my bed and tried to read the name flashing on it. I pressed the green button before I could read the name.

“hello”- this is what I could utter in a sleepy tone.

“what the fuck are you doing???? It is already 5……you know????”-I heard from that side.

Who the fuck are you???? I was sleeping my heads off……

“mmmm…..ehhh……sleeping….”- I blabbered.

“bloody asshole……..is this a time to sleep!!!!!!!”- the voice told from the other side.

This sentence brought me back to consciousness. Amlan- I read on my cell phone screen.

Amlan passed his cell to sourav.

“wake up u ass……n be here within 15 minutes”- sourav roared and disconnected the call.

“4 new messages

1 missed call”- I read as I took my cell off my ear.

The missed call was from amlan and 4 messages were from smarak,sourav,anand and amlan, 1 from each, which read reach park by 4.30. Pratyush and dev hadn’t texted me. Pratyush didn’t have the advantage or disadvantage, as he often says, of message packs. He had decided not to go for that. And dev, though had the facility of message pack, hadn’t sent me one, the reason of which was something to think upon.

It was a holiday, though not Sunday. The sun was calling it a day. I ran to our ‘khatti spot’, still holding my unbroken record of reaching at last, with my eyes red.

Four of them were sitting on a cemented chair while smarak and sourav were standing, as both of them along with me usually preferred to stand in our ‘khatti sessions’ most of the times.

“had a whole bottle or what???? Your eyes are red like anything……..”- sourav blurted.

“yeah…it is red…….but not more red than your red under-wear”- I said pointing to his branded red under-wear which was peeping out of his killer jeans.

Sourav tried to resettle his jeans as all of us guffawed.

Our discussion took its regular course and whole world was discussed in it.

“so swayamsu”, anand asked, “how is your pipasa and how far your relationship advanced????”.

“your pipasa????? Till now she is not HIS pipasa”- dev said impetuously, before I could say anything.

“I mean he has not proposed yet….so…….”- dev said again, trying to give an explanation for his previous statement.

“hey….u had promised to show us her pic….have you got that with you????”- pratyush interrupted dev.

The topic shifted!!!!

“no….. i mean yes…..”- I replied equivocally.

“no!!!yes!!!”- amlan spoke out and smarak repeated the same two words sounding equally surprised.

“actually, I don’t have her pic right now with me…….but you can see her pic in orkut……”- i said.


"she has given her pic in orkut!!!!"- dev exclaimed.

“hold on!!!! Dev!!!! You look so concerned. Saina has posted a group photo of the hostel girls……”- I replied.

Then all of us moved to smarak’s home. As none of us except me was in the friend list of saina and the pic was visible to the friends only, I had to log into my account to show them her pic.

All of them praised pipasa’s beauty with their own adjectives, any of which I didn’t find could describe her appropriately.

They told me to say her ‘hi’, as dev only stared, with his expressionless eyes……….