My Dream on the day when i wrote my previous post

Everyone has endless experience to share ... to speak ..to hear.. to laugh ..to cry...

In those everyone... i too have endless stories...and one is this..

so going back to the 1st semester...

When ever i write a post... a glimpse of my past which i forgot reappears in back of my mind.. when i sleep... and so this post is on the part which i remember after i wrote my previous one..

It was a weekend... and some festival season was goin on... most of the grls from the hostel who lived near by were in their home celebrating their festival... and i will with my roommates were in hostel...relaxing... arranging our stuff...clearing our chores..

Since we were "Fresher" the phase of ragging/intro existed...and i remember my roommates were filling some senior practical books ,as a part of Fresher duty...

It was the time of afternoon.. don't remember well..but my roommates were out for some work... n i was sitting in my room on my hostel chair..looking outside my window... thinking.."thinking"..

than i got a call.. my roommates told me to give the senior practical book to someone who will be waiting outside the hostel...

I ddn know that person well.. but knew that he is fresher too..

so went out ... i saw him waiting outside the hostel main road.. so i walked all the way..but ddn know that these walks...this day... was going to change my whole life...

We said "hi" to each other.. since i was shy..n ddn know what else to say... i gave the book to him.. i think he was too trying to find words to communicate....

Than suddenly one of my hostilite was passing by...and she saw me..and she introduced to me to her sis, who came to visit her ...we exchanged few words and dont know.. why i was feeling that he is waiting for me..waiting for my conversation to get over with her....

though i was not looking at him.. but i knew he was looking at me...but he ddn knw that i was too looking at him...

So, to avoid awkwardness, he said bye to me...and so did i...

while going back alone... i felt bad... yes, this was weird feeling for me.. i was feeling bad.. that he wanted to speak to me ,so did i....i still remember that day...so well..the shirt he was wearing..the color of his and mine cloths.. the way he put up his hair..but i guess something more was waiting ...

something bigger for me,which i ddn knew but it changed my whole life...