Breaking the Curse

She entered the main gate of her college exactly at 8. Eight; in the morning. It was a usual day. She lowered her eyes and went straight to the open arena in front of the canteen. She put her bag on the table which was farthest from the door: that had become her favourite place. She felt she needed fresh air urgently, so she went and made the standing fan turn towards her. She put her head on the table, made her hair split and hide her face as she turned to look at one side. That side looked towards the garden. The garden which was always drenched in red and yellow flowers…

In five minutes from now, Sheetal would arrive and would give her a big hug: recalling what her boyfriend told her last evening. She always did this to make her envious of herself. Ten minutes and Jitin would arrive, always with a water bottle with him and a nervous look on his face. He pretended to be a business maverick; may be because he had pathetic scores in acads. Then in twenty minutes, the whole arena would become crowded. That guy with a scar on his left cheek would look at her with suspect while pretending to be busy with coffee. Ankit, the tallest guy in class, would try to reach to her sixty times in an hour, in God knows how many false pretexts. Hina would come and go, without looking at her. God knows what creature she is. Dhaniram, the librarian would come with his red bag and red spectacles, ogling at the maximum possible number of girls his eyes could meet. His mere sight makes her feel sick. Why only his, when there are so many such ‘guys’ around? It has been only two weeks since she got into this college, and she already was approached by seven guys. Ten, if she counted the subtle unspoken ones.

While she rested her body and crammed her head with these thoughts, the five precious minutes passed away. Then ten minutes; and then twenty. Everyone passed around her in the same sequence, like every other day. But this was not an ordinary day… This couldn’t be. Today was tomorrow of yesterday. Yesterday, when her statistics teacher who fancied himself with an appearance like Anil Kapoor started asking her about her parents and family members within 2 minutes after explaining her the maths problem: both were incidentally left alone in the class room after the lecture. And even now she had not gotten used to this kind of experience. She knew she won’t ever ‘get used to’ this. A kind of nauseating feeling used to fill her heart, which ruined her day every time some did this to her…

The next day, Sonal distributed sweets to her whole class, including all staffs in the library. She ‘declared’ happily that she was now engaged with a guy who was a family friend.

(Rahul)

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