Chapter 2
It's a 15 minute drive to her college. She sat with her fingers crossed. She was murmuring "Please Bhagwaan ji.. Don't let my dream come true". "Aisha beta don't worry. You'll reach your college before the scheduled time" assured her dad. She increased the radio volume. It was her favorite channel 93.5 RED FM and coincidentally one of her favorite song was playing. Needless to say Aisha gave chorus. Though Aisha wasn't a trained singer she was gifted with a sweet voice. No matter how many technical errors were there she always sounded sweet. "Even bathroom singers can be praised" Aisha said to her dad. "Wah beta wah. Keep practicing. You will be the next Shreya Ghoshal" replied her dad with a chuckle.
Aisha lowered the window glass, looked at the sky and said "There's no fun in being the next someone. I'll make an identity that people would crave to have". Her dad gave her a smile that spoke a million words to Aisha. As promised by her dad Aisha reached her college 15 minutes early. When she stood infront of the gate a soft breeze brushed her hair, the sunlight enhanced her smile. She wanted the time to freeze. She wanted to capture the moment. She took out her brand new iphone 6s and clicked a selfie with her new college.
She walked in through the huge gate. Walking past the basketball court she noticed a huge ground which she assumed to be specially maintained for the athletes. She spotted few girls and boys who were busy in their warm up sessions. "Kya bhagwaan ji. First day of my college and I get to guys drenched in sweat. Not fair" Aisha speaks with the unknown entity as she always does. As she takes few more steps admiring the mixture of cool breeze and the scenic beauty she reaches her block. The first impression on the block she was standing was quite normal. Nothing amazing with regard to the architecture. It was plain and boring when compared to the imaginary block she had built in her mind.
Aisha is a movie freak. When she saw colleges in films she was amazed at their size and architecture. When she got admission in St. Mouris she was elated. The dream she had actually took its shape in reality. Aisha always believed in turning her imaginations into reality. When her imaginations failed to get real there's an auto depression mode set. The only way she can get normal is by sharing her depression with her bestest buddy Abhi. Hes her saviour. Hes that one person who is first on her priority list. She makes a mental note of calling him up once she reaches home.
With a heavy heart she takes a few more steps and reaches the notice board which had the list of classrooms allotted to the students. She scans the list and is shocked."Errrrr!!! Aisha sharma isn't on the list" she grumbles. She looks around to find some 40 year old person standing with another list. Hes tall but not handsome. He looks neither like a lecturer nor like a peon. She wonders who that could be. She decides to go to him and enquire about her name not displayed on the list. The tall man asks her details, her name, her rank, her percentage and takes a momentary pause before replying to her. Aisha is worried, her eyes trying to read the expression on the tall man's face. She fails to do so as that tall man's face was blank like an answer sheet. Finally the tall man reply's after 70 seconds. Yes Aisha was watching her watch like a hawk.
The tall man tell her the classroom number. Aisha thanks him and rushes to her class. She takes a right, takes a walk around the small fountain, looks for the stairs and starts climbing. "Aishaaaaaa...." she hears her name being called. She turns back to see a familiar face walking towards her. No its not the tall man, it's her friend Shruthi from intermediate. They greet each other and make way to their class.
Little did Aisha know what awaits her.
It's a 15 minute drive to her college. She sat with her fingers crossed. She was murmuring "Please Bhagwaan ji.. Don't let my dream come true". "Aisha beta don't worry. You'll reach your college before the scheduled time" assured her dad. She increased the radio volume. It was her favorite channel 93.5 RED FM and coincidentally one of her favorite song was playing. Needless to say Aisha gave chorus. Though Aisha wasn't a trained singer she was gifted with a sweet voice. No matter how many technical errors were there she always sounded sweet. "Even bathroom singers can be praised" Aisha said to her dad. "Wah beta wah. Keep practicing. You will be the next Shreya Ghoshal" replied her dad with a chuckle.
Aisha lowered the window glass, looked at the sky and said "There's no fun in being the next someone. I'll make an identity that people would crave to have". Her dad gave her a smile that spoke a million words to Aisha. As promised by her dad Aisha reached her college 15 minutes early. When she stood infront of the gate a soft breeze brushed her hair, the sunlight enhanced her smile. She wanted the time to freeze. She wanted to capture the moment. She took out her brand new iphone 6s and clicked a selfie with her new college.
She walked in through the huge gate. Walking past the basketball court she noticed a huge ground which she assumed to be specially maintained for the athletes. She spotted few girls and boys who were busy in their warm up sessions. "Kya bhagwaan ji. First day of my college and I get to guys drenched in sweat. Not fair" Aisha speaks with the unknown entity as she always does. As she takes few more steps admiring the mixture of cool breeze and the scenic beauty she reaches her block. The first impression on the block she was standing was quite normal. Nothing amazing with regard to the architecture. It was plain and boring when compared to the imaginary block she had built in her mind.
Aisha is a movie freak. When she saw colleges in films she was amazed at their size and architecture. When she got admission in St. Mouris she was elated. The dream she had actually took its shape in reality. Aisha always believed in turning her imaginations into reality. When her imaginations failed to get real there's an auto depression mode set. The only way she can get normal is by sharing her depression with her bestest buddy Abhi. Hes her saviour. Hes that one person who is first on her priority list. She makes a mental note of calling him up once she reaches home.
With a heavy heart she takes a few more steps and reaches the notice board which had the list of classrooms allotted to the students. She scans the list and is shocked."Errrrr!!! Aisha sharma isn't on the list" she grumbles. She looks around to find some 40 year old person standing with another list. Hes tall but not handsome. He looks neither like a lecturer nor like a peon. She wonders who that could be. She decides to go to him and enquire about her name not displayed on the list. The tall man asks her details, her name, her rank, her percentage and takes a momentary pause before replying to her. Aisha is worried, her eyes trying to read the expression on the tall man's face. She fails to do so as that tall man's face was blank like an answer sheet. Finally the tall man reply's after 70 seconds. Yes Aisha was watching her watch like a hawk.
The tall man tell her the classroom number. Aisha thanks him and rushes to her class. She takes a right, takes a walk around the small fountain, looks for the stairs and starts climbing. "Aishaaaaaa...." she hears her name being called. She turns back to see a familiar face walking towards her. No its not the tall man, it's her friend Shruthi from intermediate. They greet each other and make way to their class.
Little did Aisha know what awaits her.