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Thursday, 6 December 2012

FB is Boring, Can i have your Number?, An Article by Himanshu Chhabra

                           Sunday again, the day which allowed me to chat with her for more longer. My eyes were glued to my lappy's screen. She wasn't online. I was refreshing my facebook's home page repeatedly. It was never showing the green spot against her name. We had been chatting from last few weeks, and ultimately we were becoming friends. but i never asked for her number (I will ask her today, pucca.) However, somewhere inside me, i knew that i woudn't ask. 

                                 Finally, i decided to message her. However, she was not online, but curiosity inside me was never under control. 'She isn't on Chat, but you can still send her a message’ message displayed as i clicked her name in my chat box. Her name was itself a magic. Every time i read it, it brought a smile, obviously bigger than the last time. From the past few nights, i was melting my dreams with her. Firstly, her thoughts kept my eyes open until four in the morning, and when finally i used to sleep. Her dreams used to start painting on my heart's canvas. Her tiny Display picture in the chat box always forced me to click it and surf her profile and finally i used to pause myself looking towards her display pictures again and again.
                          Every picture was unique in its own kind. I least noticed the backgrounds, the surroundings around her. For me she was my surrounding, she was all i ever wanted to have in my life. She was the craziest, funniest, yet the most beautiful thing happened in my life. I was going through  the process of blushing-at-her-display-pictures and then FINALLY my chat box blinked with her name. :-)

She: Hiii :)
Me: I Love you
She: I know. Actually, i feel the same :-)
Me: Oh, you love me too? :-)
She:  No... No... I love myself too. <3
Me: </3 You are good at breaking hearts.
She: If i will tell this to your girl-friend, she will break your bones too.
Me: Oh, please tell her. She will leave me, and then no one can ever make us apart. Me+She=WE
She: Her Name?
Me: What will you do with her name, han?  Let me give you number,
She: kiska?
 Me: Of course mine, I look dumb, but i am smart actually.
She: ayyee hayyee.... don't give yours, you will be irritated soon.
Me: I feel a little shy in asking yours, Descent you know ( Yes i am descent. Lol)
She: I don't feel shy, I can ask from you? what say?
Me: 903484XXXX,
 and don't forget to add a zero before it.
She: arre, abhi manga hi nahi mene to...  :-P
and i will add +91
Me: hurry up, mangooooooooOOOOO
She: Oh-k descent boy, Let me teach you some flirting & you will be no more descent.
Me: Yups, teach me please.
She: For that i want your number na
Give it fast, varna.....
Me: varna kya be....?She: ?????????
Me: varna kya SWEETHEART?
Me: I already gave you my right number.
She: Let me try and text you.
Me:  Text me anything romantic, Three magical words. Start it from I and end it on You.
She: Hmmmm, I will fulfill your wish some other day,
Me: How bad you are.....
She: Remember, Patience always produces Sweeter Fruits.
Me: Yes, i love sweeter fruits.
She: Oops, have to go now. TTYL. bye. tc Descent guy. :-*
                                 In addition, she left me alone. I wanted our conversation to reach infinity. Why she went offline? Please come back i had several things to share, to tell, to ask. Green spot against her name was lost somewhere again. I felt sad, actually a lil more than sad. I waited two hours for her. Firstly she was two hours late, and then she went in 8 minutes and 47 seconds. Disaster, i want to talk to you.
' I want to talk to you,
sry. I need to talk to you.'
                    I pushed the send button and went back to my work, the process of blushing-at-her-display-pictures. I clicked her photos and Thanks to my mom who gifted me a little sister (Evil sister), wish i would had slept in my mom-dad's room that night. The night approx nine months before my Evil sister's Birthday.

                         My secret moments were no more secrets. She entered the room, looking at my lappy's screen. "Hawwwww, what are you doing, Bhaiyaa?
"Hey, don't you try to tell anyone about this," I tried to be an angry brother.
"I will I will I will," She jumped around, holding her light blue teddy bear, which was actually bigger in height, weight and volume from her.
 "Fine, tell me what you want," I searched for currency notes in my denim's pocket.
"The Notebook," She said innocently, (I am telling you she is an EVIL, yet the cutest girl on our planet)
"Just a notebook," I said confidently counting that i just have to spend only 20-25 Rupees.
"No...No...I want The Notebook, by Nicholas Sparks," She pointed my favorite book in my bookshelf innocently. She was just eight years old, and look at her, she wanted to read Nicholas Sparks. Soon, i would have seen her dating. :-P
" i am not giving you anything," I said back with my Angry-Young-Man Avatar.
"Mumma...." she shouted loudly.
"Yes, pihu," my mom  replied frequently.
"Fine, just take it," I gave her the book. (Bye bye Nicholas Sparks :'( )

 She hugged the book, leaving her teddy on the ground; still it was bigger than she was. Her little fingers went inside the cover. She loved it. Then she focused again on my lappy. I knew she was a greedy baby.
"Bhaiyya, she is so pretty. My eyes glued to her. Look at her eyes. I am in love," Little pihu said, Starting her daily soap drama.
"Now, what you want for just walking away?
"Walk...hmmmm....A Walk To Remember" (Damn, one more Nicholas Sparks)
"Are you kidding me," I tried to manipulate her with my sweet voice.
"Mummaa..." I told you, she is an EVIL.
"Fine...Take that too," I tried to make an angry expression, but against her happiness, my anger was fading out.
She jumped joyfully, holding one hand of her giant teddy and The Notebook in the other tiny hand.
"Now, LEAVE" i said
She faked a smile and paused. Two beautiful Books for a beautiful girl. I looked at the books, I lokked at her picture (My screen Saver), I am still in profit......
"I Hate you," I smiled with an angry face.
"I love you too, Bhaiyaa"
She left me alone with my lappy and a million dollar smile.

"Mummaa...Bhaiyya is talking to some 'Poonam" and was blushing too, looking at her pictures. Mummaa...She is cute like me." The Cheater (Pihu) shouted loudly and sweetly.
"I seriously Hate you" I said shutting the door.
"I love you too Bhaiyaa" Her voice trailed with the drift of my door.

Author:- Himanshu Chhabra
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