◇ She wasn't my girlfriend
Neither she was my crush.
But in the list of priorities
She always remained the first ◇
◇ He is mature, I'm childish
He is responsible, I'm careless
He is strong, I'm sensitive
Hence proved, its also can be friendship ◇
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Rishma's POV :
Seriously?
Do you think I'm a fool or something?
I have been listening to Tanvi Mahajan's Don't know you are my soulmate song ever since its release and now this freaking VocalsOn shows 4 months ago under the video.
Time makes no sense.
Now, I am listening to the same song again for the Nth time and packing my clothes with it.
I wrapped tape on the last box which was lighter compared to the previous eight boxes.
The song ends and I put the last box away next to the other boxes. I lie upright on the bed and feel my spine thanking me for showing them some mercy.
I looked up at the wrapped boxes. My eyes slowly moved to the study table. The table was bearing weight from the moment I took over this room. I looked into every nook and cranny of the room, and there was nothing to say that was mine now.
Visible dust particles across the room, the heat of the room burning my skin, beads of sweat connecting to each other and finding a way to roll down.
I jumped out of bed and went to clean my face. Cold water was continuously splashed on the face. Took some face wash on my palm and started to cleanse slowly in circular motion.....
"Okay. Take all of these. Everything will freeze in the cold there."
I got scared when my owns words came to my mind and opened my eyes, panting heavily. The liquid got into my eyes and it was very stinging. I closed my eyes, rubbing my eyes vigorously, forgetting to wash my hands.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
I screamed at myself, washed my hands and splashed water on my face. I slowly sprinkled drops of water into my eyes. I don't feel any change. I took some water in my palm and dipped my open eyes in it.
It continued a few times and came out of the bathroom and wiped the water with a towel.
Why do these memories come back to me?
It makes me nervous and makes me more tense.
I wish I had never met him.
"I don't know why I can't get a room in the girls' hostel. I'll kill the manager for putting me through this." I mumbled to no one.
I put a peach colored scarf around my neck and tied my hair in a bun and then I took my side and walked out of the room.
Descended the stairs and walked towards the footpath for a walk.
• • • •
I gave my boxed notebooks to Professor Fred. He says my notes are enough for students to clear the exam. Like a charity. I am proud to keep my works as reference books in the college library.
