His Destination

CHAPTER:- 18

Janhavi's pov

I watched his retreating figure, opening my mouth in an 'O' shape. I couldn't believe that I was behaving as a fool in front of him.

I was very much nervous thinking about facing him again. What will he think about myself? Probably he would stop admiring me thinking me as mad girl.

Finally I sat down on the bench when Mr. Desai, our Anatomy professor entered inside the class. He was a short heighted man in his mid fifties, extremely strict when it came to studies. In his class, no one moved an inch, fearing his sharp gaze, which was probably more prominent than eagles.

He took his seat and started to teach anatomy of human hands. While my mind travelled to the moment when he touched me. His hands had the warmth, that provided me an unknown affection. I really had no idea about what I was feeling.

Even I was so into thinking about my foreign feelings that I actually forgot about myself sitting inside the class until Mr. Desai decided to break my trance by throwing a chalk in my direction, that directly hit me on my forehead.

"Miss Janhavi Mishra! Are you finding the outside scenario more beautiful than the black board?" He was looking really angry.

The last thing you would expect from Mr. Desai was to talk calmly with someone who was not paying attention to his lecture. While I was so much lost in the thoughts of Animesh to sense the seriousness of the situation.

I nodded my head indicating  a yes. What a stupid question! Wasn't the outside scenario best? How could he compare it with the view of black board!

Even for this simple question he hit me with this chalk. I crushed the chalk in my hand as it was landed on the desk after hitting on my forehead. But again another chalk hit my forehead grabbing my attention towards it's direction. And there stood Mr. Desai fuming in anger.

"Excuse me Mam! Are you listening to me?" He taunted, while I cursed myself for being less attentive towards my surroundings.

"I am sorry sir. Can you please repeat your sentence?" I politely asked but he became more angry. Did I say something wrong or inappropriate?

Even I was unaware about the fact that I said the last line loud enough for the whole class to hear.

"No you didn't say anything wrong or inappropriate. I will surely repeat my sentence for you. Miss Janhavi Mishra can you do the honour to move out from my class?" He mocked and the whole class bursted into laughter. Embarrassment was the least I could feel at that moment.

It was for the first time in my whole career, when I was thrown out of a class for not paying attention. A studious nerd I was! Then Animesh Singh Shekhawat perfectly messed up the pretty brain of mine with his thoughts.

I grabbed my belongings and moved out of the class room. At the same time my phone started to ring. I opened my bag and took it out only to find Niha's name on the screen. I immediately received her call. Although I was angry on her, but more than that I was worried to know about her well beings.

"Hello! Niha! Are you fine? How was everyone at your uncle's house? Is everything fine there? Why were you not answering my calls? Do you know how much worried I am? Now did you lost your voice anywhere? Why are you not speaking anything?" I started to shoot all the questions without giving her chance to speak but stopped my self after hearing a sweet laughter.

I identified the laughter not to belong Niha. It was sounding as a lady in between fifties was laughing. Then her laughter was melodious and soothing.

Maybe... I forcefully stopped my mind to think further not wanting to again get lost into my world and letting myself to be embarrassed in front of others for the third time in the same day.

"Oh my question express. Give some rest to your poor tongue." Niha said from the other side, while I bit my lips feeling embarrassed at my uncontrollable mouth. I might be an introvert but with Niha I felt like openinh myself up without any kind of hesitation.

"So now answers time! Yes, I am fit and fine. Everyone here at my uncle's home is good and living peacefully. I was not answering your phone calls because I was sleeping. And I know that you would be worried. I am really sorry for that. Also I didn't lost my voice any where. I was not speaking because you were continuously asking me questions." She sighed loudly and released her breath after answering all my questions one by one in a serial manner.

"Why are you answering as if attending a literature examinations? And how did you remember all the questions serially?" I again asked her to clear my confusion.

And again I heard the same laughter with the same amount of sweetness. A sudden curiosity increased inside me to know about the person. I could easily identify the voice to belongs to a lady. May be she was Niha's aunt.

This time I felt angry at Niha for keeping the call in speaker as I was sure that her aunt was laughing at my silliness.

"How could you Niha? You put your phone on speaker while talking, to embarrass me in front of your family. Am I your entertainer for the day. First you didn't recieve my phone. Then called me when you felt bore to make a joke of me in front of your whole family." I said rudely and cut the call before hearing about her reply.

The day couldn't be more worse than this. First I made fun of myself in front of Mr. President, then Mr. Desai and now Niha's family.

I decided to get some fresh air. What could be a better option than roaming around the beautiful garden!.

I went towards the garden which was present at the back side of college. It was the best place, I had found here. I moved near the long green grasses which were covered with littele flowers of different colours.

I was walking around the garden, when a familiar tune hit my ear. I followed the sound and reached at the same spot where I heard the sound for the first time. My mind and heart were busy in quarrelling with each other about following the sound.

"Don't Janhavi! Don't make a fool of yourself again." My mind said.

"Don't listen to her Janhu. Follow the sound. It will provide you peace. And there was no one present to make fun of you." My heart encouraged the feet to move further.

"Fine then. Go there and find out the singer. But come back immideatly without coming into anyone's notice." I couldn't agree more with my mind.

I followed the sound and this time the tune didn't stop too. I was feeling like the tune was conveying something to me.

Finally I reached the spot and find out the singer. He was sitting on a wooden bench turning his back towards me and was singing as if dedicating it to someone.

My mind warned me to go away from here. But heart compelled to stay. In normal situation, I would have listened to my mind but for some unknown reasons, at that moment, I decided to go against it with my heart.

His voice was heart touching. It provided me peace. But there was something inside it. Some pain that I wanted to heal. I was really confused with my thoughts when the song ended. I couldn't stop myself from clapping and complimenting such an amazing talent.

"Wow! You have an amazing skills. Are you a professional guitar player?" Don't know from where did I find this amount of courage but I couldn't stop myself from praising him.

The person was still sitting in the same position without acknowledging my presence. I felt like invading someone's privacy.

Still the heart was not ready to move without knowing his identity. I had no idea about this shamelessness of mine, before I came to Excellence University.

This was supposed to be a path to achieve my glorious future, but the meeting with Mr. President made me lost on the path, where everything was strange to me.

My heart started to find excuses to convince mind to stay there. While mind was forcing to leave. It was clearly visible that he was ignoring my presence there.

"Maybe he is a deaf, so couldn't hear you." The first thought crossed my mind, I shoved it away as his change in posture, while I called him was the evidence of his hearing power.

"Then probably he is a mute. That's why he is not replying you." Heart gave another excuse.

I didn't know that why but at that moment I was so much fond of my heart to doubt on it. Even I forgot that a few minutes ago, he was singing a beautiful song, describing his feelings through each lyrics.

In this confused battle of heart with mind, finally the heart won and I did something that I guess I shouldn't. I asked him a stupid question proving myself as the biggest i***t of the century.

"Are you mute? I am sorry if I have hurted your feelings. It's fine, I can understand sign language too." I asked him without realising the level of stupidity of my question to reach above the benchmark.