Taming Him with My Innocence

chapter 10

It's been many days since I had that dream, and I still can't stop thinking about it. It was the most vivid dream I've ever had, and the memory of him lingers. But why can't I recall his face? Why can't I forget this dream like I do with others? There are special days in our lives when a specific incident or dream stays with us forever. This is my dream, my special dream, and I'm not ready to share my feelings with anyone right now. I need to focus on my academy, so I have to stop dwelling on useless thoughts.

Studying design is a new experience for everyone, especially with the unconventional academic year. We have practical sessions and a ton of assignments to complete each week, which require a lot of creativity. sadly, each project is unique, with different material requirements and ideas. We also need to do separate research, which can be challenging. I'm grateful we have the internet; otherwise, we'd have to rely on seniors, scour libraries, and compete for books with our peers. That's unimaginable. However, even with the internet, our teachers could be more involved in mentoring us. They're heavily reliant on online resources, which isn't ideal.

As I reflect on my educational journey, I've come to realize that the system has its flaws. According to seniors, the marking system often relies heavily on teachers' subjective opinions about students, which can be unfair and biased. Honestly, I chose this institution for its reputation and the opportunities it offers.

I wasn't adequately prepared for the entrance exam, and I might not have taken it if my parents hadn't encouraged me to pursue this path. Looking back, I realize I was ill-informed about design courses and their specific entrance tests. Like many Indian students, I faced peer pressure to pursue traditional careers – medicine or engineering. My family, from a young age, instilled in me the expectation of becoming a doctor, and I was pushed to believe that this was the only viable option.

When choosing my stream in intermediate, I had to make a crucial decision between BiPC (Biology, Physics, and Chemistry) and MPC (Maths, Physics, and Chemistry). Given my struggles with biology and lack of interest in medicine, I opted for MPC. This stream offered more career flexibility, which ultimately led me to discover design as a viable option. Although I suck at math, I was determined to find a path that aligned with my passions.

This journey has been a mix of self-discovery and navigating societal expectations. While I acknowledge the toxicity of certain pressures, I'm determined to make the most of my choices and pursue my passion for design. I'm eager to learn, grow, and explore the possibilities that this field has to offer.

College life has brought some amazing people into my world. Among them are Rohit, Madheena, Jasmin, Kalyani, Haadi, and Raunak. Raunak, in particular, is this tall, striking guy – almost six feet! I often see him in the canteen, and it's the strangest thing, but he feels so familiar. It's not like we knew each other before college or even had a proper conversation until recently, yet there's this undeniable sense of recognition whenever I see him. It’s as if our paths were meant to cross.

Now, just a few months into college, we've become incredibly close. Lunch breaks have become our daily ritual, a time when all of us gather and share not just food but laughter and stories. We've explored almost every food stall and canteen corner together. It turns out we're all quite like-minded, sharing similar interests and a similar outlook on life. Simply being in each other's company is something we genuinely enjoy.

One sunny afternoon, we decided to head out to a mall in Hyderabad. The energy was infectious as we walked through the bustling corridors, the aroma of various cuisines wafting from different eateries. Our first stop was a popular Hyderabadi food court. Rohit and Kalyai couldn't resist the spicy biryani, their eyes widening with each flavorful bite. Madheena and Jasmin opted for some delicious haleem, savoring the rich, meaty stew. Haadi went for some crispy dosas. The South Indian flavors a delightful contrast to the others' choices. I decided to try some local street food – pani puri and bhel puri – the explosion of tastes a true delight. We spent a happy hour hopping from one stall to another, our conversations punctuated by exclamations of culinary pleasure.

Another time, we decided to catch a movie. We chose an older theater, one of those with a bit of old-world charm. The experience was unlike any multiplex. The atmosphere was electric, especially when the hero made his grand entry on screen. The entire audience erupted in whistles and applause, their enthusiasm so contagious that we couldn't help but join in. Every punchline, every heroic feat was met with cheers and clapping. It was a communal experience, a vibrant celebration of cinema that felt incredibly special.

Later, as we were sipping coffee at a cafe, the conversation drifted towards our aspirations. Akira spoke passionately about her love for design. "I just find it so fascinating," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "The way you can take an idea and transform it into something tangible, something beautiful or functional. My goal is to really master the tools of design during my bachelor's. I want to learn everything – from the basics of sketching to the complexities of digital modeling."

Raunak nodded in agreement, though his dreams lay across borders. "That's amazing, Akira," he said. "For me, I've always dreamt of going abroad for my Master's after finishing my bachelor's in design. I want to experience different philosophies, learn from a global perspective, and see how different cultures approach creativity."

Akira looked at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "That sounds incredible, Raunak. Going abroad is a big step."

"Yeah, it is," he replied, meeting her gaze. There was a warmth in his eyes that made Akira's heart flutter slightly. "But the thought of exploring new horizons, both in design and life, is really exciting."

"I can imagine," Akira said softly, feeling a connection with him that went beyond their shared classes and lunch breaks. "You'll do great, I know it."

Raunak’s smile widened, a genuine, heartfelt expression. "Thanks, Akira. And I have no doubt you'll create some amazing designs. You have such a keen eye for detail."

A comfortable silence settled between them, filled with an unspoken understanding. The chatter of their other friends faded into the background as Akira and Raunak shared a moment, a silent acknowledgment of a budding connection amidst the vibrant backdrop of their college life.

The time came when we all had to say our goodbyes for the time being. We decided to take the metro home. As we settled inside the train, our noses were instantly greeted by the irresistible aroma of a Frankie stall located within the metro station. We were all drawn to it like puppies to a treat. I eagerly went and ordered a variety of Frankies – chicken, paneer, whatever delicious options were available on the menu.

Jasmin, always the cheeky and playful one, suddenly lunged playfully, trying to steal a bite from my Frankie. I instinctively stepped back to avoid her, but in doing so, I didn't realize Raunak was standing right behind me. Before I could lose my balance, he reached out and caught me. It was just a brief moment, but being in his hold felt surprisingly comfortable.

Having talked to him earlier, I felt like I was finally getting to know the real Raunak. He's so easy-going and understanding. What struck me most was how good a listener he is; he has a way of making people feel truly heard and valued. And his humor is unique – he has this funny, offbeat way of looking at things that always bring a smile to my face.