The familiar name dragged Basu to the nostalgic days of his college. Basu, a first year student in B.A English Dept, was attending his Freshers. With all the excitement, dressed in black outfit, he looked no less than a big cheese. Dancing on every beat, making every move spectacular, Basu impressed each and everyone around. At the end of the show, a girl from the final year came to Basu and praised his dancing skills. Her appraisals made Basu blush, as his heart skipped a beat.
"Niyati Sharma?? St Paul's college?" Basu asked. As it was already late for office, Basu shuts down his laptop and hurries to get ready. As he left for the office, he wasn't the same Basu, who walked half heartedly with weariness, he was now a man with a great enthusiasm and joy. He walks into the office with a slight smile on his face.
Basu checked his account a couple of times but gets no reply to his last message. After the office, Basu went home as usual. Had some snacks with coffee and sat before his laptop.He goes through Niyati's profile and by now had accepted her friend request. On a spur of moment, a chatroom pops out. It was Niyati.
"Hey, you there?"
Before Basu could type anything she replied
"Yes, I'm the same Niyati, Niyati Sharma. S.t Paul's College."
"So, why didn't you tell me before?"
"Thought to irritate you for sometime."
"And seeing at a picture of a mountain, how can I know that."
" So, Basu how is life going?" Niyati started.
"Nothing great, I'm a show tunes writer in an ad agency", he replied.
"Oh, that means you sell soaps singing jingles."
"You made me a salesman, girl. At least respect my art."
"Sorry Mr. Artist."
"So, you disappeared after graduating from College. Where were you?"
"Went to Delhi for higher studies and did job for few years there."
"So, what are you up to these days?" Basu asked.
"Its been two years since I got married. I'm back here with my husband." Niyati answered.
"Wow! That's great." Basu replied. Basu felt bad. There was a moment of silence in the chatroom.
"So, what about you? Still single or already married??"
Basu faced the same question, which he hated so much and which he avoided all these days. He tried to change the topic but Niyati was too anxious and stuck to her question. Basu got irritated but he didn't want to lose Niyati competently whom he met after eight long years. After a minute, he decided to answer. He typed then erased, again typed.
Finally, Basu replied, " I'm Single".
"Niyati Sharma?? St Paul's college?" Basu asked. As it was already late for office, Basu shuts down his laptop and hurries to get ready. As he left for the office, he wasn't the same Basu, who walked half heartedly with weariness, he was now a man with a great enthusiasm and joy. He walks into the office with a slight smile on his face.
Basu checked his account a couple of times but gets no reply to his last message. After the office, Basu went home as usual. Had some snacks with coffee and sat before his laptop.He goes through Niyati's profile and by now had accepted her friend request. On a spur of moment, a chatroom pops out. It was Niyati.
"Hey, you there?"
Before Basu could type anything she replied
"Yes, I'm the same Niyati, Niyati Sharma. S.t Paul's College."
"So, why didn't you tell me before?"
"Thought to irritate you for sometime."
"And seeing at a picture of a mountain, how can I know that."
" So, Basu how is life going?" Niyati started.
"Nothing great, I'm a show tunes writer in an ad agency", he replied.
"Oh, that means you sell soaps singing jingles."
"You made me a salesman, girl. At least respect my art."
"Sorry Mr. Artist."
"So, you disappeared after graduating from College. Where were you?"
"Went to Delhi for higher studies and did job for few years there."
"So, what are you up to these days?" Basu asked.
"Its been two years since I got married. I'm back here with my husband." Niyati answered.
"Wow! That's great." Basu replied. Basu felt bad. There was a moment of silence in the chatroom.
"So, what about you? Still single or already married??"
Basu faced the same question, which he hated so much and which he avoided all these days. He tried to change the topic but Niyati was too anxious and stuck to her question. Basu got irritated but he didn't want to lose Niyati competently whom he met after eight long years. After a minute, he decided to answer. He typed then erased, again typed.
Finally, Basu replied, " I'm Single".
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