Summer of 2008:
Arnav watched as Shreya played kho kho with her friends. The way she laughed. Her smile. The way she ran. Her competitive spirit. The way her school dress fit on her. He liked her so much! But she didn't like him back. He knew it; they were different people, with different types of friends. He sighed. Maybe some people were never meant to be together; he was going to have to get over that fact.
...
March 2010:
It'd been three years since Arnav had started liking Shreya. Everything about her was perfect, and always would be. Their tenth grade board exam results were out, and the entire batch was in school for the awards ceremony.
Shreya had gotten the most marks in French, and was on stage to collect her medal and certificate. Arnav wondered. What if this was the right time to approach her with his 'proposal'? They were old enough now, weren't they? He waited until she got back to her seat in the crowd, next to her friend, and then he mustered up the courage to get up and occupy the seat on her other side.
A tiny drop of sweat formed at his brow as he wondered what to say. Shreya looked directly at him; his heart skipped a bit.
"Shreya," he pushed himself to say.
"Yeah?" She said, sounding formal. Of course she sounded formal; she had never spoken to Arnav directly, and the rumours that he liked her hadn't escaped her ears, so she preferred not to have any kind of relationship with him. Not even friendship.
"I think you already know that I like you. So..." His voice trailed off.
First Shreya looked bewildered; then she looked embarrassed. Arnav felt a little bad for putting her on the spot like that.
"I- well- uh," she sputtered.
"I think I've got an answer," he said, smiling sadly, and standing up.
Shreya paused for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry."
...
March 2013:
What were the odds! Arnav and Shreya ended up being the only few who went to the same coaching, and now they even were in the same college. She still maintained sufficient distance, and there was always awkward silence whenever they were forced to speak to one another. Year after year, Shreya turned into a woman from a young girl, and Arnav's heart ached to know that she would never be his.
Tonight was one of those forced uncomfortable situations of awkward silence between the two; it was musical night in college, and the two of them had arrived too early for any of their other friends to be around yet.
'This is silly,' Shreya had thought, before she went over to speak to Arnav, who was sitting a little away from her.
For a while they only spoke about class, the subjects and exams; the formal stuff. But then the lights went out, and the first band to perform went up on stage. Shreya had no choice but to stay seated next to him.
"I love this song," Arnav told her, tapping his fingers to the rhythm.
Shreya's head jerked in his direction. "Really?!" She exclaimed. "I love this song too! It's so underrated!"
"Haha, yeah!"
They spent the entire show talking about their music interests; which kind of music was overrated, their favourite songs that didn't get as much recognition as they'd have liked- everything! Their tastes were so inexplicably similar that it knocked the wind out of Shreya. She'd never met anyone so much like her!
And that's how the two of them hit it off.
Once their friends showed up, Arnav and Shreya were too busy to pay any attention to them. They went from topic to topic, telling each other everything there was to be told.
'He's so easy to talk to,' Shreya thought.
'She's so much more beautiful now that I know her too,' Arnav thought.
'He's charming,' she thought.
And that's the tale of how music joined two hearts in love!
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.Arnav watched as Shreya played kho kho with her friends. The way she laughed. Her smile. The way she ran. Her competitive spirit. The way her school dress fit on her. He liked her so much! But she didn't like him back. He knew it; they were different people, with different types of friends. He sighed. Maybe some people were never meant to be together; he was going to have to get over that fact.
...
March 2010:
It'd been three years since Arnav had started liking Shreya. Everything about her was perfect, and always would be. Their tenth grade board exam results were out, and the entire batch was in school for the awards ceremony.
Shreya had gotten the most marks in French, and was on stage to collect her medal and certificate. Arnav wondered. What if this was the right time to approach her with his 'proposal'? They were old enough now, weren't they? He waited until she got back to her seat in the crowd, next to her friend, and then he mustered up the courage to get up and occupy the seat on her other side.
A tiny drop of sweat formed at his brow as he wondered what to say. Shreya looked directly at him; his heart skipped a bit.
"Shreya," he pushed himself to say.
"Yeah?" She said, sounding formal. Of course she sounded formal; she had never spoken to Arnav directly, and the rumours that he liked her hadn't escaped her ears, so she preferred not to have any kind of relationship with him. Not even friendship.
"I think you already know that I like you. So..." His voice trailed off.
First Shreya looked bewildered; then she looked embarrassed. Arnav felt a little bad for putting her on the spot like that.
"I- well- uh," she sputtered.
"I think I've got an answer," he said, smiling sadly, and standing up.
Shreya paused for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry."
...
March 2013:
What were the odds! Arnav and Shreya ended up being the only few who went to the same coaching, and now they even were in the same college. She still maintained sufficient distance, and there was always awkward silence whenever they were forced to speak to one another. Year after year, Shreya turned into a woman from a young girl, and Arnav's heart ached to know that she would never be his.
Tonight was one of those forced uncomfortable situations of awkward silence between the two; it was musical night in college, and the two of them had arrived too early for any of their other friends to be around yet.
'This is silly,' Shreya had thought, before she went over to speak to Arnav, who was sitting a little away from her.
For a while they only spoke about class, the subjects and exams; the formal stuff. But then the lights went out, and the first band to perform went up on stage. Shreya had no choice but to stay seated next to him.
"I love this song," Arnav told her, tapping his fingers to the rhythm.
Shreya's head jerked in his direction. "Really?!" She exclaimed. "I love this song too! It's so underrated!"
"Haha, yeah!"
They spent the entire show talking about their music interests; which kind of music was overrated, their favourite songs that didn't get as much recognition as they'd have liked- everything! Their tastes were so inexplicably similar that it knocked the wind out of Shreya. She'd never met anyone so much like her!
And that's how the two of them hit it off.
Once their friends showed up, Arnav and Shreya were too busy to pay any attention to them. They went from topic to topic, telling each other everything there was to be told.
'He's so easy to talk to,' Shreya thought.
'She's so much more beautiful now that I know her too,' Arnav thought.
'He's charming,' she thought.
And that's the tale of how music joined two hearts in love!
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