15. Ansh

One reason why I would not fight with LAD (rival of Mazes) and forgive them was because of Ansh. She was a member of it and fighting with it was like standing up against her. Now she was so cute and innocent looking girl that fighting with her would be a sin and I a sinner. I remember the day she became so dear to me. It was on a Friday. It was this time near Valentine, first week of February before our Mazes project in the second semester. We were on our customary stroll towards the cafeteria in a free lecture. After taking a cup of coffee each we came out in the lawns and found four chairs in one corner to rest our butts on. The crowd was having an easy time, eating drinking and most of all chatting, topics all trivial, harmless inconsequential chitter-chatter. The flow of students was incessant; some came in groups some came alone some as couples; few bikes came in a few left the scene. We sat there chatting and sipping coffee, just the usual, Bhupi was explaining the two some leftovers from the last lecture while I was observing the activities of the people around. I liked doing this, it filled me with a lot of happy energy, happy feeling, for some time it felt like an ideal world a piece of heaven. Just about this time I spotted an angel on the other side of the lawn. Wearing a grey top, she sat behind a desk covered with white table cloth, her eyes looking around innocently, her face was so calm like a lake and her mind appeared so peaceful, she was fair, slim, tender her silky black-brown hair tied in a ponytail. Behind her was a banner of LAD advertising their project and she was sitting there making registrations for the counselling program. When somebody came forward she gently went about making the entries, and handing over some forms and pamphlets.

“So she interests you?” that was Tazzy snooping my mind and he made it known to other two also.
“Yup, she’s cute”
“Kon, mujhe bhi dikha” inquired Depesh, and I showed them the direction.
“No reason why I won’t fall in love with her, she’s mesmerizing” I remarked.
“Then why don’t you go and register for the counselling program” Bhupi suggested.
“No way, they will know I am from Mazes, they will not consider me”
“So what, you’ll get to say hello to her” said Depesh.
“Yes, use the official means to personal end” Tazzy encouraged and I was on my way,
“Okay” I said, “let’s do it”
I got up and casually walked through the crowd, my heart suddenly sinking heavy, ‘how will I speak to her’ was my nervous concern, but registration was a good crutch to support my fluttering heart. Once I reached there and she was sure I was there for registration, her eyes looked at me and I melted there and then,
“Would you like to register for our counselling program…” she began speaking and her voice was pure music on my ears, I didn’t bother what she said instead was drowned in the magic of her voice, o god I can’t describe, it was like snow flakes falling on my face, like gentle cool breeze caressing my face, like honey on my tongue, like the first sip of cool water in a hot summer sun, I feared I would just fall in her arms like a dead leaf falling in a lap.
“For which course counselling would you like to register?” she asked but I didn’t want the moment to pass.
“MBA” I replied and she noted it down with a pencil in her fragile fingers, she held it tight and I feared her fingers might buckle under stress, o my heart just pained for her.
“Here is your time and group for the program” she handed me a piece of paper, “Thank you, have a nice day” she smiled… o god it was so hypnotizing.“You too” I said and turned away only wishing the moment never came to an end. I walked back to where I came from where monsters were waiting for me to feast on my juicy romantic encounter...