“So you are telling me there was a time
he didn't puff up like a steam engine and drink like a petrol one?” Asked Dipin
with raised eyebrows.
“No.” Said Arun.
••
The Flashback
“Hi Suraj, this is Shyla. Shyla, this is Suraj”, Chaitra said, walking in from behind.
“Shyla, this is the fresher guy I told
you about, remember? The salsa dancer?”
“Oh yeah! Hieeee, I’m Shyla, and I am
one of the very few in this college with whom you share this passion of
dancing”, she said in a hushed yet excited tone, extending her hands for a
formal handshake.
“Must say, I’m glad, given that you
could be my new partner… uh I meant in salsa”, I replied, with my ever so
cheesy flirting.
Dance brings people together, of that I
knew. But least did I know that this meeting would bring a person in my life
who would teach me an art to live life itself.
This was the beginning of many firsts,
as Shyla, for the first time made me realize that the level of faith in another
soul limits only where you would imagine it to.
Days passed, but meeting more people
never hindered the bond between the two of us from getting stronger.
Shyla was
every guy’s dream friend. A guide, a philosopher, and a close friend who was
hardly ever offended by my harmless flirting.
Flirting with Rochelle was however nothing of similar sorts. You could only be that decent while holding a magnificently hot girl
up in your arms now, isn't that right!?
But well, that’s where my college life
started, happy as ever.
And now here I was, sitting in my
life’s brakeless ride, going downhill.
••
Dipin sat there, with only expressions
from him being the widening of his eyes which was probably because of the
comparison the guy in from the story, and the specimen in front of him.


salsa image courtesy: http://lattona.prosite.com/135099/1330818/gallery/salsa-dance-sketchbook
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