low attendance didn’t matter too. After all her boyfriend was the Student’s Union president. Sometimes she would feel bad for keeping Anurag in the dark, but she would keep telling herself it was only a matter of a few days. We just hoped it did not turn ugly in the future because I had heard that Anurag didn’t like if anyone hurt his ego.’
‘I feel bad for Sanaya who got trapped without her fault. She could have handled things better,’ I added.
‘She did. She surely did. Till then, I was not aware of anything. I had never seen her nor talked to her. All I knew was she was Anurag’s ex-girlfriend and was upset with Anurag and Anamika’s relationship even though she had told everyone that she had decided to move on,’ Vikrant explained looking at the menu card.
‘You won’t order anything now. First tell us more about the story,’ Anuj, the manager of restaurant, added.
‘At least you can bring me something to munch on,’ Vikrant requested.
Anuj accepted his request and told the chef to whip something up for us. We were chit-chatting normally till Vikrant heard a fuss downstairs. I got up to see what the chaos was all about.
‘Don’t worry. That’s regular routine. Look at the time. It’s 1 am. Some group does all the drama after getting drunk and the police takes them away. So chill. Just let me switch off the lights and close the door otherwise they will create a problem for us too,’ Anuj said.
‘But you want to sit in darkness?’ I asked.
‘Sssh. I have a few candles here with me. I am not switching off the fan though,’ he whispered.
‘Dude, how do you expect the candles to light when the fan is on at full speed?’ I laughed.
‘Leave it to me.’
I checked the watch and I was dumbstruck to see the time. We were so engrossed that we had forgotten about the world outside. The permit time was over and the police had come to dispel the mob comprising mostly of youngsters downstairs. They were also doing a routine check to see if all the lounges and restaurants had closed. We went inside so that no one could guess we were sitting on the rooftop. I understood then the reason why Anuj had asked for the lights to be switched off. We remained quiet for some time until the noise died down. Anuj once again went towards the corner to make sure the police had left. He came back and gave us two thumbs up to signal everything was fine.
Love can neither be defined nor expressed. The night was such that nobody cared about whether the lights and fans were on or off or whether there was a moon in the sky. You just wanted the night to continue. I was eager to hear the rest of the story. Everyone settled down and Vikrant continued with the story.
‘VAYU. Everyone had high hopes from our band. We were becoming popular not only through our shows but also because of our live videos that we had uploaded on our YouTube channel which had gone viral within a couple of weeks. Anamika’s popularity on the social media increased with a rapid pace and at the same time music lovers had gone crazy about Yuvi’s voice with more than half a million hits on YouTube. We had a show scheduled the coming week and we were preparing day and night for it. Though Yuvi was still a big drug user, we were confident that we would outperform the other groups and give our best performance.’
Just then Vikrant’s phone rang. I could make out a girl’s voice on the other side. He talked to her for a few seconds and quickly hung up the phone.
‘Sorry, she was…leave it. It’s not important. So where was I? Our performance and rehearsals…’
The Girl in the Metro
Auditorium, Rajhans College
16th August, 2012
‘V ikrant, the beats are off. Let’s do it again,’ Yuvi suggested.
‘Yuvi, let’s change the tempo of the song. It will get our brain juices bubbling. What say?’ Vikrant counter suggested to which Anamika agreed instantly.
The trio was rehearsing for their upcoming intercollege performance. They
‘I feel bad for Sanaya who got trapped without her fault. She could have handled things better,’ I added.
‘She did. She surely did. Till then, I was not aware of anything. I had never seen her nor talked to her. All I knew was she was Anurag’s ex-girlfriend and was upset with Anurag and Anamika’s relationship even though she had told everyone that she had decided to move on,’ Vikrant explained looking at the menu card.
‘You won’t order anything now. First tell us more about the story,’ Anuj, the manager of restaurant, added.
‘At least you can bring me something to munch on,’ Vikrant requested.
Anuj accepted his request and told the chef to whip something up for us. We were chit-chatting normally till Vikrant heard a fuss downstairs. I got up to see what the chaos was all about.
‘Don’t worry. That’s regular routine. Look at the time. It’s 1 am. Some group does all the drama after getting drunk and the police takes them away. So chill. Just let me switch off the lights and close the door otherwise they will create a problem for us too,’ Anuj said.
‘But you want to sit in darkness?’ I asked.
‘Sssh. I have a few candles here with me. I am not switching off the fan though,’ he whispered.
‘Dude, how do you expect the candles to light when the fan is on at full speed?’ I laughed.
‘Leave it to me.’
I checked the watch and I was dumbstruck to see the time. We were so engrossed that we had forgotten about the world outside. The permit time was over and the police had come to dispel the mob comprising mostly of youngsters downstairs. They were also doing a routine check to see if all the lounges and restaurants had closed. We went inside so that no one could guess we were sitting on the rooftop. I understood then the reason why Anuj had asked for the lights to be switched off. We remained quiet for some time until the noise died down. Anuj once again went towards the corner to make sure the police had left. He came back and gave us two thumbs up to signal everything was fine.
Love can neither be defined nor expressed. The night was such that nobody cared about whether the lights and fans were on or off or whether there was a moon in the sky. You just wanted the night to continue. I was eager to hear the rest of the story. Everyone settled down and Vikrant continued with the story.
‘VAYU. Everyone had high hopes from our band. We were becoming popular not only through our shows but also because of our live videos that we had uploaded on our YouTube channel which had gone viral within a couple of weeks. Anamika’s popularity on the social media increased with a rapid pace and at the same time music lovers had gone crazy about Yuvi’s voice with more than half a million hits on YouTube. We had a show scheduled the coming week and we were preparing day and night for it. Though Yuvi was still a big drug user, we were confident that we would outperform the other groups and give our best performance.’
Just then Vikrant’s phone rang. I could make out a girl’s voice on the other side. He talked to her for a few seconds and quickly hung up the phone.
‘Sorry, she was…leave it. It’s not important. So where was I? Our performance and rehearsals…’
The Girl in the Metro
Auditorium, Rajhans College
16th August, 2012
‘V ikrant, the beats are off. Let’s do it again,’ Yuvi suggested.
‘Yuvi, let’s change the tempo of the song. It will get our brain juices bubbling. What say?’ Vikrant counter suggested to which Anamika agreed instantly.
The trio was rehearsing for their upcoming intercollege performance. They
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