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Monday 25 February 2013

The Story Untold Part 1

It was raining heavenly. Sandy looked secretly in Sidhak's eyes,as he was driving the car, just to make sure if she could get any hint to confirm to what all was going in her mind. With all the calculations going on right in her mind, she switched on the music player. To her surprise, a romantic Shreya ghoshal number started playing. She wanted to ask him about the drastic change from Pink Floyd to soft hindi songs.  From when did you started listening to romantic hindi songs? She asked. Just a while, was his blunt reply.
Now, before she could possibly think of any further thing to carry on the conversation, he stopped the car. Here it is, your home. The party was nice and so were you, he said. Really? she thought to her while she was smiling. He opened the car window, as she was still thinking about her stupidity.
Bye then, he said in a manly voice. Bye, goodnight.
She walked towards her home, to simply recall and analyze of what all conversation they had in the car.
And with force, she opened the gate. Sandy, how was the party?her mom asked. Yeah, it was good. she explained of how tired she was and also that she had no space for dinner.Her mother was trying to figure out about the confused expression she had on her face.
The moment she entered the room, the first thing done by her was standing in front of the mirror and see of how she was looking and of what would  Sidhii would be thinking about her.
"You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset ; she's going off about something that you said.." rang her phone. Aaah ! It was vishal, her best friend. She picked up the call thinking to inquire if he had also reached back safely after the party.
Sandy, you okay? he asked. Why in this world would i not be okay if Sidhii dropped me home, silly ! she said while jumping on her bed. No, i meant casually. So, did you guys like talked? Vishal inquired.
Vishal, its like the same story. We hardly talked. But it was still mesmerizing. Just being with him feels so right, so good, she said with a smile on her face. I hope it works out for you, he said a little low with his tone.
Hmm, chalo, i am really tired now, Planning to sleep. Good night then, said Sandy. Yes, bye and good night, said Vishal.
After all the girly things - from changing her clothes, to removing the makeup, to moisturizing her face, everything was done. All packed up in the quilt, she thought to herself, she realized, she didnt even ask Vishal if he had reached home. Shit, how could i be so dumb, she cursed herself as all these thoughts linked up in her mind. Moving on, she thought about the party, the dance, the food( a little), the glossy dresses her friends were wearing, of all the small special moments ; Vishal's confession of how pretty she looked, to a lot more. But still, the only thing at that point of time, which stood above all was Sidhak asking her if it's okay if he dropped her home. That was IT. Nothing more she could have asked for. Yeah, she knew she loved that guy freaking madly, and maybe he doesn't. Or it's just liking from his side. But if this is how God has made it to be, then she'll end up making him love her. Said that. Period. She just didnt want to think anything more than this.
Her mind was engulfed with a lot of thoughts. To be simple. it was as follows:-
A loves B (freaking madly). B likes no one (has got something, yeah a very little thing for B though).  C loves A (yes, the heavy word, Love). A cares a lot about C. Now, what to do !
It was not that her feelings were not known to Sidhak. He believed, she shouldn't take herself that seriously and give it some time. On the other hand, Vishal had the belief, that where there is Love, nothing else is needed.
Admist this, there was Sandy,who simply wanted Love. No complications, nothing.