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2-She enters


‘What am I even doing? Do I really wanna know? Why the hell am I even alive? I should’ve died in that accident that took mom away from me.  Why the hell am I even thinking these shits? Am I supposed to just waste my life like this? What is my purpose? I think I’m just a waste of oxygen here. Ah just sleep brain. Stop thinking these thoughts’
The morning came late. He was not eager to go to college but he had nothing better to do. Reluctantly he dressed up and started walking towards his college. It was some 20 minute walk from his house plus added detour of 10 minutes which he had to go just to pick up his friend. He rings up Sacar “oi! Get down soon. I’m outside” “I’m sick dude. Go on your own today. See you later” “yea yea whatever. Just get well soon. I’ll visit you later” and he walks towards his college alone with earphone in his ears and a cigarette on his left hand while putting his right hand inside the pocket.
A pat from behind “hey!” it was Shrisha “Wait you smoke??” “yea. You don’t like it?” “actually I don’t care but you should really quit. “ “I’ve got no reason to quit. It is said that people start or quit a habit whenever they gain or lose something. I lost something some time back and this habit formed. Gained something a while back and quit something and it’s gonna take one or another to change this one” “Damn you are a rude guy!” “You don’t like it?” “That’s the second time that you’ve asked me this question in five minutes. Don’t you like me?” “Does it even matter?” “I guess it kinda does. Anyway not the point. I need some suggestion from you.” “Can’t you wait till the college’s over? I’m bad at giving suggestion without coffee. Well I’m bad at giving the suggestions period” “let me be the judge of that. Can you give me your number so I can call you after the college’s over?” “Can’t you just tag along me after the college’s over?” “I could but it kinda feels awkward and I kinda have to meet a high school friend after.” “Yea yea sure sure. Here’s my number 98********. Just call me whenever you feel like it.” They move in silence for a while “wanna talk?” Shrisha breaks up the silence “Nope!” Shrisha puts a long face and they walk in silence to the college
He was drinking coffee his room when he gets the call from an unknown number. “Hey!” “Who the hell are you?” “Shrisha!” “Oh! So where do you wanna meet?” “Straight to business eh? Let’s meet at mangalbazar. Behind the Krishna temple and then we can go to some café.” “Ok I’ll be there in 15 minutes” he hangs up the call and changes and rushes out.
They meet up. Shrisha was wearing a grey sweater with pink spots and blue tight jeans along with brown boots. He was wearing green hood, a thermal coat, blue baggy jeans and a converse shoes with a black bag. He looks at her and damn she looked cute. They do some small talk before walking off in a random direction. When Shrisha asked him where they were going he says that he was going to his junction. So they move in silence. As they walk Shrisha starts to have flashbacks. So here’s a little bit of a back story.

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