9. Love Obituary - Aneesh

We had a free class after the initial two lectures in the morning, so Tazzy and I decided to go to the verka booth and have some snacks. I was inquiring about sandwiches just when Tazzy walked up to me hurriedly and pressed me on the shoulder,
“Hey listen” he said in almost a whisper.
“What?” I asked impatiently.
“There, that’s her”
“Who”
“Aneesh”
“Where?” I asked in excitement.
“There in front, the two girls walking in this direction. I need not tell you which one is Aneesh”
Yes of course there was not need to say a word about which one was Aneesh, she was the cutest girl that I was ever seeing in my life and for once the rumours were correct. Her beauty was unparallel. She was walking from her department towards pec market, on her way she had to pass by the verka booth and I didn’t want to miss even a moment of my chance of looking at her, so I forgot all about the sandwiches and set my eyes on her. She was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, her hair hung loose on her back and sunglasses rested on her head, a purse over her right shoulder she held a diary and some papers pressed against her bossom. Tip tap, tip tap she walked gossiping with her friend. She passed me from just a two metre distance and I watched her dumbfounded, so shy that I couldn’t even look into her face, she was so breathtaking, my god. She walked passed me within a moment and only a moment and then she was gone giving me that one moment that will remain forever mine. I watched her for as long as my eyes could see her and then the silver-oak tree hid her from view. I stood there a bit lost. Tazzy came over and shook me,
“Bas kar yaar, ab to wo chali gayi”

In days that followed I spent quite some time finding out facts about her in order to know her better. Since I didn’t have any female friend and nor did Tazzy who could tell us things about her, so my best alternative source was the internet, orkut. Luckily she had an account there and it was not very difficult finding her there. She had put up only one picture of her where she stood amongst the hills looking down upon a valley with a backpack over her shouders. On the very first page of her profile she had described her as follows,
I am the rosebud blooming soon
A riverbed pebble round and smooth
I am the breeze caressing your face
A drop of rain in a falling race
I am the waterfall breaking aloud
A half moon peeking through the clouds
And Yup!
Am the last sip of coffee in your cup
Am the tear that’s waiting, the heart that’s beating
Am the hug your are longing FOR
Dreamer, drifter, dazer…
That’s me…

Now from those words, you can run your own imagination about the kind of girl she was, how full of life she was.