Be My coincidence

Chapter 8 (Memories)

Chapter 8

Memories

Throughout the lecture I was just wondering if I should talk to him or not. If yes, then what should I talk about? Maybe I should thank him for yesterday and start a conversation or it's just better not to talk. But I want to talk to him because I want to hear his voice. At least I want to know his name. Maybe his name is Hrithik. If so, I'll laugh.

Unfortunately, the lecture ends.

“Should we talk to him?” Mansi asks. She is interested in that motorbike guy. We both are excited. We collected our strength to talk to them.

“Let’s go in 3! 2! 1!” we turn towards them to walk towards them and talk. But, he is with a girl. We just change our route and take a u-turn. He means my crush. Mansi’s soul mate is not there. Maybe he left before, but we both don’t remember when he left.

“Who’s she?” Mansi is confused and so am I. Maybe my chance to talk to him have been snatched. That girl is talking to him really casually as they both know each other from before. She lies her hand on his shoulder while talking. She is also touching his hair, his hands, and his cheeks while talking. Why is she talking physically? I'm jealous . And I should be. She is fair in color, but the way she is, imitating to be cute, is making it worse. He also looks quite comfortable with her.

“Juiiiii….” She continues after a pause. “Is she his girlfriend? I mean look at them, they are both comfortable with each other.”

I took a deep breath and answered, “My fate is worse, I tell you. Especially in relationships, the situation is quite worse.”

“Don’t be sad. Maybe he's not for you. We should leave.” We decided to leave.

I don’t know how but, Mansi slipped or lost her balance. Because of which she was about to fall. I tried giving her my hand but she was a few inches away to be held. She screamed “MUMMYY!!” as she thought she would fall. But someone from behind catches her in his arms. He is that motorbike boy. His one hand is on her waist and with other he is holding her hand. It’s like a romantic movie scene. And I am third-wheeling them. It’s my first time seeing something like this. I was about to help her but then I stopped being a third'wheeler. Also, because I don’t want to ruin her moment. They both are looking at each other’s eyes. Aww they both are really made for each other types.

Everyone in the class are staring them with their eyes wide open.

“Siddharth!” this voice belonged to him. He comes close to us and continues, “Siddharth ! Leave her, brother. Now she is okay.” Oh so his name is Siddharth. He leaves Mansi. I asked her if she was OK.

“I’m OK, Jui. Thanks a lot. SIDDHARTH.”

“Oh it’s alright. Are you okay?”

“ Yes, I’m okay. All thanks to you.” Silence acquires the place.

“ Well, do you have a name or can I call you mine?” Siddharth is a big flirt. How can he blush so publically after giving a great a pickup line.

Mansi also blushes and answeres, “Myself, Mansi Agrawal.”

“Siddharth. Siddharth Pradhan.” They shake hands.

“ Oh, nice surname. Can I have it?”

“ Huh ? what?” We are all surprised by these great flirting skills of her/him. But it’s actually working. Siddharth’s blushing. And others are laughing at her. Including him. He has a nice smile. I can’t take my eyes away from him.

“ Uhm, by the way, she is my friend. Jui.” That’s great she remembers me. I thought she had forgotten me. I greet everyone with a Hi. They all greeted me back except that girl. She looks like those mean girls. I look at Mansi and we are talking with our eyes about how arrogant that girl is.

"Ofcouse we know her!" he says.

“I do remember Jui, we met her yesterday. Accidently. By the way, he is my friend Aditya Sharma. And she is Khushi Shahu.” Siddharth introduces them. Oh I see. So he is Aditya. Amazing name with an awesome personality. He looks at me and says “Hello!” I gave him back with a smile. Uff! He is killing me with his eyes. OK, I have decided that even if he is in a relationship, I would try my best to break his relationship.

“Oh Hi! So are you both a couple?” Mansi asked.

“ No. No. We are childhood friends, nothing more.” Aditya answers quickly.

I liked how he made it clear about this fact. But, Khushi doesn’t look that happy with this answer. It’s clear that she likes him.

“I need to leave. I have some work to do.” She hugs Aditya and leaves.

How dare she hug him? How can a girl who is just a friend hug a boy? But it’s good that she left.

Mansi and Siddharth are already talking. We are both quiet but someone should start the conversation.

“ You didn’t thank me for yesterday.” He started it. Thank god!

“ Oh yeah! I was just about to do it. Thank you so much.”

“Welcome!” he continued after a pause. “Well, what a coincidence! We met together. It’s like destiny or something.” He says with a laugh.

I would love to call you my destiny. I need to be more with Mansi to learn such lines.

We are walking around the campus. He is exploring the campus. And I am exploring him.

“So you live in a hostel and Siddharth lives with his parents. But, his parents are your relative.”

“Yes. But they are not that close to me. My mother lives in Nagpur.”

“What about your father?”

“My mom is a single mom. She got divorced when I was 6.”

“ Oh! Sorry. It must have been hard on her.”

“ Yeah! Also, her parents were against her. Everyone stays on good days but nobody stays on bad days.”

A deep silence.

“ But there was someone who supported your mother every time she needed someone.”

“Who’s that?”

“It’s you. You were her biggest strength. She fought a lot for you. She gave up on everything she had, so now it’s your time to give her everything she deserves.”

He nodded. He is overwhelmed by what I said. He definitely loves his mom a lot. And that’s really important.

“ So, what about you?”

“Ahm, I am from Indore. I used to live there with my grandmother. But she passed away last year. It was her dream that I should study here and that’s why I am here. My parents live in California. They are both into our family business. That’s all.”

“Wow! Your parents in California? So why are you here?”

“Actually, according to my father, India’s education is harder than that of other countries. And the second reason is that my father remarried. And my stepmother is not that good with me. Definitely not like those Disney stepmothers, but also not like a normal mother.” I don't know why I am sharing so much. It's not me. I don't share my personal stuff with anyone new. But he is different. It's something else with him. It’s comfortable with him.

“ What happened to your original mom?”

“Original?” I said with a laugh.

“SORRY! I mean your real mother.”

I didn’t reply. This question makes me sad. I don’t want to tell him about her.

“It’s OK if you don't want to have a talk about this. Let’s go to the canteen and eat something.”

I like how he understood me and didn’t force me to tell him. It’s really nice of him.

“I’ll call Mansi to join us with Siddharth. No wonder where they are?”

“God knows.”

While I call Mansi, I see him looking towards his umbrella I’m holding. I informed Mansi to come to the canteen.

“They are coming. And you should take your umbrella. Thanks a lot for this.” I handed it to him.

“I think this umbrella looks better with you. You can keep it as a memory. Every time you see it, it will remind you of me.”

I take it. But he has a misconception that I would forget him. Whereas I can’t forget him even if I tried to.

That day, I met him for the first time is a memory now. We definitely don’t remember the days, we do remember the memories. Some memories can be painful but you still want to remember them. Just like those memories I spent with my mother.

I reached home an hour ago. And I am not able to stop myself thinking about him. All the moments we spent together today, were just awesome. Even in the canteen we talked a lot. We includes Mansi , Siddharth and him. Mee too. I know maybe it’s something for a few days only. My crush would go away like every time.

But this time the feeling is different. There are butterflies all over my body. This feeling is different as well as special. This is the about having a crush. No commitment, no hurt , no pain. Just love and feelings.

Till yesterday, I loved his handsome face and gym body, but now after talking to him, his behaviour, his voice, his heart , I love every part of him now. But there are some more parts of him which are yet to be discovered. If you know, you know. Well, I am sure that part is as beautiful as his heart. And also as satisfying as his voice.