SULEKHA...

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She was standing outside ..still struggling to believe , how  the one who would  never talk to a girl has out of the blue  invited a girl like her inside his own room.But she has to believe it for her own good as it was always that mysterious thing about him which attracted her towards him.Lost in her thoughts ,she forgot  that gift ..gift of being with him for two hours and pretending to  pay attention to those heavy calculations done by him and not noticing that smile on his cheek which could create havoc inside any girl's heart.
But then she entered the room.He was busy with his books and when he noticed her standing in front of him like a good and obedient student ..all the calculations inside his mind melted in the shape of crushed heart.He smiled for a moment and then hiding the blush on his face asked her to have a seat and himself went inside kitchen to have some refreshment for her as  she had to travel a long way to be there.Meanwhile  her eyes were abruptly travelling around the room as if all his belongings would reveal the mysteries about him.Then,suddenly her eyes stopped at diary kept inside a drawer..she somehow could not stop her from reaching to that drawer and grabbing that diary. though Her heart was beating very fast for not being noticed by him..But she opened the first page of his diary and the title of first page said ...SULEKHA(her name).As she was going to read ahead ..he stood behind him and she forgot the fact that  she was being noticed by him.He stood silently behind  noticing her keenly .She read further and tears rolled down from her eyes.She was amazed to read so much being written by him for her.As a drop of tear fell on the beautifully woven words ..he moved a step further to stop other from falling !!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. We give out creative writing topics each weekend for Indian bloggers.



Comments

  1. Diwakar NarayanNovember 7, 2013 at 4:56 PM

    wow! what a lovely story, Alokita. So much sentiment in the end.

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  2. Privy TriflesDecember 10, 2013 at 5:28 AM

    Beautiful as always!!

    Alokita have got something for you here
    http://privytrifles.blogspot.in/2013/12/of-faiths-beliefs-and-other-things.html

    Hope you like it!!

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  3. alokitaDecember 17, 2013 at 12:00 AM

    Thnksss a lott! Means a lot a to me


    My first award ever! Yayy!

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