*Not Decided Yet*

Meeting Over 'Tara Ra Ra'

"I need food Simran. Get me your lunch box right now."

"You literally ate three lunch boxes in the last period Myra. I dont really find any difference between your stomach and a black hole. Shut up and sit through this class."

"And i don't really find any difference between you and uh, look there..yes right there. The dustbin. Both of you are full of trash."

The girls sitting just behind us giggled on the usual one-on-one encounter.

"Typical Myra. She'll be eating that tiffin in no time." One of the girls said to the other.
"And as for the mockery, there's no force stopping Myra from doing that."

"May the force be with you, Simran." The famous Star Wars' dialogue echoed through the room with the back-benchers guffawing over the string of comments.

The next moment Simran was sprinting around the classroom of grade 10th Ignea , in the hope that today her luck might work, just enough to save that tiffin box from a friend who had been her partner-in-crime for the past six years.

"Why do i have to deal with your bullshit everyday?", Simran yelled as she stopped to catch a breath.

"Don't you dare. You signed up for this okay!". "Is this mushroom? This is awesome, Sima.", I nibbled onto something which looked like rolls.

"Yeah, i know right. Mushroom rolls are my mom's speciality, you know. You know the taste-". Simran went on explaining the whole recipe, and I succeeded in escaping from her taunting one-liners for the day.
I prepared for the great flee because i knew that Simran would understand the whole trick in a matter of seconds.

"You! You did that again, didn't you?" Simran whispered as she gained consciousness of the moment.

And there you go.

I ran away from the crime scene, gobbling up the rolls, before Simran could have loaded her revolver of high-class cuss words.

"Bitch.", Simran mumbled.

This was me. Myra Mehta. The kind of girl who'd never put on weight even after munching on all the unlimited dishes a buffet could offer. The kind of wacko who would preach to not judge anybody by any means but still call that cute guy 'a typical gujarati' if he ever uses then instead of than.
I was that best friend who would go to all possible lengths to give you the perfect birthday card, and i was that classmate who would fight it to get a chance to dictate History Q&As to the class.
I was one of the kind who was confident yet confused, fullfilled yet incomplete. My priorities were as diverse as Sakshi Kothari's swearing list. I was that person whose luck fizzled out in situations where her good intentions couldn't justify her unintentional wrongdoings.
And I was the person who could use all those heavy words, straight from the thesaurus, to describe what kind of a person she truly was.

Out of all the different ways in which my acquaintances and friends described me amongst people, besides "Arrey woh batki si" and 'topper Mehta',what remained persistent in all cases was my potrayal as 'the girl with green, cat eyes'. Not only did these eyes make my character sketch all the more interesting, they also helped in kicking off conversations with people which were otherwise impossible because of my fear of getting rejected at all times.
I wouldn't really say that i was the most adored classmate, but yes i had some of the coolest people to hang out with. On accounts of honesty, i shared a history of irreconcilable equations with a lot of people, hence the bombarding of hatred on me at all times.

The period bell rang and all of us rushed to our classes. 10th Ignea jad to merge the class with 10th Aqua because we had a common language class together.
All the students were settled and i was yet to find a seat. I rushed to the last bench when i realised that the class was on hault because of me. There was a black Jensport bag along with books scattered all over the desk.

Ugh. That's such a mess.

I shifted all the books along with the bag to the other side hurriedly and just then one of the notebooks fell to the ground.

"English literature. 10th Aqua.", the cover of the notebook was tarnished.

Where is the name?

The handwriting was messy and uneven, i assumed that it was a rough notebook. The front cover had 'tara ra ra' written over it in bold.
Why would you even write than on the face of your book?
Without any thought, i went straight to the last pages, thanks to my never ending curiosity to see them each time i come across a notebook.

The sight was totally unwelcoming, with 'R' written all over the block pages in all the possible fonts. Signatures, zentangles, names of rumoured couples of the school, it had it all. When i took a closer look i saw lyrics of songs squeezed in between the zillion things. For what i had read, those were lyrics of hindi songs, bhojpuri and punjabi to be precise.
She sure as hell loves crazy bhangra beats.
I finally managed to get the full name of the owner of the book, Riana Khanna.
Khanna. Well that explains the love for that-shit-will-blare-through-your-ears songs.
I automatically presumed this girl to bat shit crazy. I wondered over the thought that was i not aware of someone with this name. I have been in this school since the last six years.
I should be knowing her.
Anyway. I shrugged off the thought and shifted my concentration back to my lecture.

Just as i was about to close the notebook, i heard footsteps coming towards me. I really didnt notice though.

"Were you just looking up my notebook?". I heard a voice. It was clear enough, but i didn't bother to to know who it was.

"Excuse me. Are you even listening? ". That was definitely for me.

I raised my head to face the girl.

"Oh. Uh..hi you must be umm..", my face looked flushed. I quickly tried to recall her name, "Riana..yes. Riana".

It was the most innocent face i had a seen in a long time. How did i miss out on her? She had pitch-black eyes behind those black-rimmed spectacles. The kind of eyes that demanded all of your attention once you set your sight on them. Her hair was short and wavy, tied back into a ponytail. She was petite and right now, was clearing digging her eyes into mine, demanding answers. I couldn't agree any less if someone ever came up telling me that this was the most lesbian-ish description of a girl by a girl ever, but I guess she was one of those people who were hard to neglect.

"Dude. Hello?", Riana was snapping her fingers frantically, trying to get my attention.

"No i didn't mean to look up your notebook i was just..um..", she caught me red-handed. It would be stupid to even justify my self. "I'm sorry..", my voice trailed off.

She glared at me. Clearly not the best of first encounters.

"I need my notebooks.", she seemed calmer now. She grabbed her books like they were prized possessions, taking them into her arms in one go, as if i was gonna notebook-rob her for life. She dropped the same notebook i was scanning minutes ago.

"Hey!", i exclaimed. And she heard me right away. She shot me the what-do-you-want look. It pissed me off.

"You dropped you 'Tara ra ra'. Wouldn't want anybody else coming across your love for Daler Mehndi songs, would you?", i shot back straight at her with a look more taunting than hers.

She broke into a laugh. "Well, ill just get my..uhh..'tara ra ra'..", she leaned forward to get the book. We smiled at each other before she left the class.

And that's how i met Riana for the first time.