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The dream gates of IIT opened to fiery scenes straightaway.
Though Rohit cleared his board exams with what he had targeted, the road ahead
looked steep. The dream gates needed extra effort to make it. Rohit did not
gave up, he allayed all his mental fears, and challenged himself to reach the
apex. The love kept rolling him around, it was almost as if it wanted him to do
well.
Day one at school in class XI, & the fully packed class
seemed empty to him. When Rohit headed back home, restlessness had crept into
him. It felt as if he was missing everything he had. The impact of his deep
seated crush for his dream girl Meher.
“Meher”, he said & tears started rolling down
his cheeks.
It was the day where all his deep seated emotions flushed
out, and soon Rohit realized, he needed to communicate. He feared his relation
with his best friend Harsh getting rusted but the command came straight from
his heart, there seemed none denying it.
Rohit, who had been dumb all through the years when he had
Meher at a wink, was in a mood to spell out each & every feeling that he
nurtured deep inside. With no clue of Meher’s contacts whereabouts, Rohit
called up at Meher’s local residence number, which he had extracted from Harsh
somehow. In a rush of adrenaline, he kept dialling those digits for which he
could hear a dead tone repeating “This number is temporarily out of
service”.
The urge had just begun, & it had held his breath. With
no sight of contact possible, the filmy mood gripped him and Rohit was all set
in the character of Veer to bring back his Zara. And it happened the classical
way, Rohit wrote 11 complete pages of his feelings on a piece of paper &
with no idea of Meher’s whereabouts, he posted the letter to the institute’s
address without any fear of going into wrong hands. He had become bold in his
way.

Once the letter got posted, Rohit seemed to have gained some
peace. Though it was not even sure whether Meher would receive it or not, but
it felt as if the whole truth was delivered. Few days later, Harsh called up to
inform that his story was over. Meher had fallen in again with some guy at the
institute, Harsh sounded dumped and badly used. In the pain of losing his girl,
Harsh had fallen into a smog. Rohit was at an even bigger slump, he felt as if
the whole world had come falling down on him. While Harsh struggled to
normalise his life, Rohit somehow held himself strong against all walls that
kept falling on him each day. The vectors, the magnets and ions had got a bit
boring for him but there still resided sheer determination in the lass to
succeed. The reels as always kept rolling, all through the journey of those two
years in XI & XII, there was hardly any desk in the class on which the name
Meher was not scribbled. It was still a commendable effort by Rohit, who was
recovering out of it all and recovering in studies as well.


The next part follows!!



© Ila Varma 2015

This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the#Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.

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