A short story (Still searching for a title)

This was of waiting preiod at the airport leaves me with two things, either start with the analysis of my research data or start with the completing the short-story I have started. As i am anti-working, i choose to continue with the story. Since the story is on my mail account, ill have to probably re-write again. Dont think its good. Also, havent been able to find a suitable title for it.

This time he was sure that this was love. Yes, Mayur Patel was finally in True Love. He had been lead to belive so, previously too. But this time, he was sure that it was different (surprisingly, he had felt the same feeling of ’this’ time being different previosly too). But he now had evidence to prove his love. The shortness of breadh that he felt when she was around was one of the many evidences. He could not sleep now a days. Not even in the lectures (his professors thought this as a sign that he was finally developing an interest in studies). Also, now that he was is college and not school, he considered himself mature enough to recognise the true love from infactuations. Like always, he thought of confiding this to his room-mates, but later decided against it as he felt that they would not belive him ’again’. So what he did was to secretly follow her.

But lets look into what ignited this love. The cupid stuck his blow in the college cafetaria. The first internal exams of his third semester were going on and he was the first to leave the examination hall. He had won the bet again from his frind Chaitanya. During all the mid-term exams, the usual bet was that one who leaves exam hall early wins a free cup of tea from the other person. The grades were not to be taken into account for the competition (after all it was competition of courage not intelligence). As he expected, Chaitanya was the second one to enter the cafeteria, with a mixture of emotions. He was happy that his over-reading last night had paid off and his exam went off well. However, he was more disappointed to have lost the prestigiou free tea competition.

Soon the cafeteria was full and almost all his buddies were there. It was then that Rohan asked who the hell in cafeteria was laughing like Hyena. It was then Mayur realised that what he thought was slow bethoven-’type’ music was indeed sound of some one laughing. To him the sound of that laugh was next to divinity. His friends who were fortunate enought to have girl-friends knew that it was the new girl in the first semester class, named Sachi. He loved the name too, and thought it too was divine (which indead was, Sachi was lord Indra’s wife). She had joined the college late and by not being a hot-smoking beauty, she was not famous in boys hostel, yet.

He felt a bit strange when he saw her. His attraction towrds her only grew when he saw her. He was inheretently shy boy, atlest to girls. She was wearing the long sleeved dress, with a matching dupatta. She was the most preety girl, he thought, that he had ever seen. Her face was shaped like an almond. He could read innocent-intelligence in her eyes. The most striking feature was perhaps her big, round, brown spectacles which covered her big eyes and laid still on her nose. There was something different about her nose, he could not tell what. But he was highly impressed. The hair were tempting enought for him to leave a big home, to live under their shade. Her smile was the most captivating. It had power to bring dead to life.

So, back to present. Now unable to confide in his friends, he took the way that most of the loves take. He started to follow her (stalking is too harsh a word to be used). It seemed she like laughting. Most of the time he was following her, he felt like he was attending the Bethoven opera which was lasting a bit longer then usual, and he was not complaining.  The more he followed her, the more sure he became that he and she cant be together. They were so much diffeerent. He was one of those who was sure that he will fail the exams untill the results came (and strangely, he was right most of  the time), while she had topped the first internal exam, inspite being late to join college. She seemed so much extrovert, while he was one of those unlucky introverts. She was so beautiful and he was so un-handsome (again, ugly is such rougt word). The more he thought of her beauty, more he became aware of his un-handsomeness. Perphas he should become more consious about his appearence. He thought of shaving off his mustache. He only had kept his mustache for this family tradition/religion asked him to keep it. She was so fair, and he so much un-fair (black). He decided to buy some fairing cream for himself. But the worse was that he could not think about any similarites in them. He sometimes took solace thinking, perhaps, opposities do attract.

However, uable to talk with her, discuss about her with friends, he had started looking like the third-carbon copy of Mr. Devdas (You need to have some Indian back ground to underhand this). His apparent appearence did attract the attention of his buddies, which now bugged him to tell them what was bothering him. Was there something wrong back home ? was there any money problem ? Was he worried about his grades (he could laught at the last suggestion). So atlast he gave in. All of them were shocked to learn that he had fallen in love again. They were more shocked as this time even they felt that it was for real. And the apex of their shockness was when they learned that he had fallen for Sachi. Inspite of their shocks, his buddies did what buddies are suppose to do. Offereed all the suggestions that could help him win her heart. Chirag, one of the buddy with connection in girls-hostel, offered to dig all the information he could dig on her by next day. Even better, his friend Niket suggested they go to railway station, and call his girlfriend in hotel and get information now. When Mayur did not object to this, they went to the station and were back after a long angusing wait of two hours. They were back with all the information one needs to employ a prospective employee, including her school grades. Knowing more about her, only made things worst for him. He just thougth about here untill he dosed off to sleep.  

Next day, as usuall, he was following her. But today, there was something different about her. She looked even more beautiful then usual. She even had a different specs, which were bigger then her usual big specs. He was waiting for her outside her class at the time of the 15 minutes break that they got in between lectures. She came out with her usual group of friends. He knew exaclty what they were going to do. Visit the lavatory together like a flock of birds. Then go outside in the college garden and giggle untill the lectures started again. She started walking along with her friends and he started following her. They were on their way to loo­.  They entered female one and he entereed mens toiled. There was some noise outside, perhaps girls from other classes were also n the break.

Usually girls took some time and he would be waiting for them outside. But today when he came out of loo, he found Sachi was already standing there alone. There was a glint in her eyes, like catching a thief. He felt awful, like the time when when he was caught copying form a chit during his economics paper. She smiled, and he felt a bit at ease. She said hi and asked if he was Mayur ? He was astonished to know that she knew his name. She asked she was feeling it a bit difficult to study economics and if he could help her with it. She did not feel like attending the lecture and they could discuss economics in the library. He agreed, amist fear of girls and economics both on his mind. 

They went to library and she sarted talking about all the things except economics. He also relaxed slowly, as he did not have to speak a lot and she had not asked anything about economics. During their talk, she told she liked mustaches.  He wanted to reciprocase the compliment and thought over what to praise in her. Should he praise her vocie, laugh, here sense of simipliciyt in fasion ? he suddenly said he liked her nose. And then the continued to talk. They talked many a times later. Ah, but from the next day after their first meeting, Mayur had started applying oil on his mustache for it to grow well, while Sachi stopped wearing big specs, whcih she used to cover her proportionately big nose. 
True love does make you accept worst of you!