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Topics are really draining out. So I have decided to use Dumbledore's Pensieve and dwell into my past (refer Harry Potter Series, 5 onwards to know about pensieve). As I'm so blessed with a highly deteriorated memory even a pensieve can't be of much help. let me try.

This is about a journey I have had, to Bangalore few months back. It was planned as a casual visit to my cousin sister's house, who has been residing there after her marriage. Since then she was asking me to go over there which I didn't do. My college life kept me busy. But as it was over and I was staying in my home, doing nothing but staring at the roof. I thought a different roof won't do much harm to my eyes. So i decided to go over there. My cousin brother Deepak was also with me. He was the one who planned the trip, booked a ticket for me and what I had to do was to sit in the bus and wait for it to reach the destination.


Day One.
I had always hoped that a change of place might bring something good. I couldn't have dreamed for a better start - missed the stop where we were supposed to be off.

Woke up after a while, travelled about half an hour enjoying the sceneries outside through the window still confident that ours was the last stop. Bus did cover a great distance when we realized our mistake, so had to travel back by a local bus. When you are new to a place you can learn about them if you got an uncanny sense or by an unexpected exposure(my case). We reached her house, slept for a while (as if that wasn't enough). By the time we woke up our story had become a hit back home. After spending time till evening talking, we left there.

Forgot to mention about Abdu. Though I didn't plan my trip, had an understanding with him. He also left for bangalore the same day from Calicut. A rendezvous was fixed at Kairali Hotel (a mallu hotel, the name itself suggests that) with our friends working over there in B'lore. That place brought nostalgia of college life and Zam Zam especially- famous for its sumptuous shawai. Me, Narayan Deepak Abdu and Ojas were sitting there trying to relive the glorious days of past.

What attracted me wasn't the grilled Chicken, though I exhibitted heavy appetite, it was a cute girl sitting next to our table. Even Ojas and Deepak(supposedly decent guys) couldn't stop themselves looking at her. She wasn't a knockout type, but was adorable. We kept looking at her. It went for a while until we got a red signal.

Girls I believe have many ways to let you know what is in their mind . This one went beyond our imagination. One guy from her gang (not good looking ! )stood up and walked , stopped by her side (veruthe pedippichu) started caressing her, well did something to that extent . Did I see her glancing towards us and having a smirk? I'm not so sure. But somewhere I heard a shattering sound. Glass I reckon.

I heard Naru saying

" She ain't that beautiful, mate"

Perspectives change bit too fast

I looked at her, suddenly realized she wasnt that good looking any more !!!

Wow!!


to be contd..

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