God Must Be Crazy - 13

A difference with the name is difference in the life – sound bit like a numerologist. My mom, my sister, Aaradhana, Priya and now one more new addition to my female fancy list. For me she is a Friend of all kind – I share, I cry, I dry my tears in her – I share, I laugh, I enjoy talking with her – I never knew she would be my best part when I just accepted a friends request via Orkut. She is Sahana. If Priya was my sweet mistake, Sahana would be my sensible mistake. As all those good happenings for me happened as an accident, this was the fresh at the time. We grew from Orkut scraps to Gmail chat. Chat was the best way to get friends for me. In the first conversation itself, I sounded little too close to share my love story to her! 

I enjoy talking with Priya but she was a hosteller and would be there online only till 6.30 or maximum of 7.00 pm daily. I really struggled hard to cope with my studies. Gopu even says, “Schedule potu kadala podriya da?!” But the fact – Sahana and Priya – mean more to me than the flirting kind! Sahana was not just another friend for me I know, as we had many similarities. I would rather say I had two best friends among girls – Priya and Sahana – one is reliable and other is sensible. (The converse is not true! ;-))

Mean time I suffered a lot with my studies as I came closer to complete my first semester examinations. Those exams were the first after 2 years long gap of Higher Secondary Exams. I was bit happy as I was just a few numbers behind Aaradhana. I used to complete the exams much early than anyone as I would have some more time to gaze at her!

It was the last day of the exam and I had my next opportunity – in fact my first opportunity. My department was not that much self-sufficient with staff members and so students are expected to play a very big role in the forthcoming National Seminar. That was the first job assigned to me as the Secretary and I used that too! 

Aaradhana was very cautious in maintaining the secrecy of her phone number and so wrote it in a white paper instead of saying that in public to the staff. The staff is much of a social kind and she gave that paper to me in her presence! There was an additional phone number which was Milk’s!

Brain, “All details Collected! :P  Detail ready for Gopu too!”

The staff wanted me to contact those girls during holidays and remind them often. Whatever, I enjoyed the day and marked that in my personal diary- a new one for 2008. It showed 31^st January 2008. I know I will never do anything with that phone number.

She is different, confusing, special, passionate and philosophical – overall she is a mixed bag of sensible emotions!

A year passed by and she was in no mood to accept me even as her friend! But there is a change as she always utters - she started liking college than her school life, she enjoys every second she is there in hostel, she started loving her friends more than god now! I enjoy seeing her happy all around. In love, happiness matters, whether its coz of me or not, she is happy and am happy for her! Still, she assured me that she will reply for mails – but never will I.

Life moves on and I am just another common man!

I love her – she will never know – I will never show!

Who is Crazy now? Is it Me or God?

Whoever!

Thank You All Readers For Your Constant Encouragement And Lovely Comments. More Than Anyone I Personally Enjoyed My Journey Back To My First Year! Once Again I Thank You All For Your Patience! Meet You All Again With The ‘SWEETEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE’!