Lost love

Lost in love

On Monday, the 26th of July, 2015, the day in Mumbai was bright and there were no signs of any clouds. There were birds flying in the sky, the air was moist, but pleasant, as well. The trees were swaying, and there was a soothing breeze moving all around.

Shweta Godbole, dressed in a black skirt and a grey shirt tucked inside, with black heels on, began her journey to reach the Fine Arts School at Sir Abraham Road, near Dhobitalao, Mumbai.

She got the admission to the faculty of Fine Art, First Year Degree College. Behind her were many prospective students holding the Government of Maharashtra Certificates in Art, their forms duly filled in and numbered. All wondering if they would qualify and get an admission. The minimum criteria were a 75 % Distinction in the 12th Standard of any discipline. Shweta had scored more than that.

Shweta was happy that she had gotten the admission for a course she had dreamt of. Standing next to her was Amar Deshpande, another aspiring student of the Fine Art Faculty.

Amar asked Shweta 'did you get admission to the Faculty?'

Shweta said 'Yeah' hesitantly.

They both became good friends in no time. Shweta couldn't remember how and when she fell for Amar.

While Amar knew nothing about Shweta's feelings for him.

In fact, she was not expressive about it to Amar.

Yet Amar felt warmth in the company of Shweta. They discussed at length the theories related to drawing the head, and the practical application of them.

There were many competitors for Shweta.

Dipankar, Ajay, Prasad, Atul, all waiting in a queue for a single indication from Shweta. But Shweta wouldn't fall for their tricks and frills.

Shweta was an independent girl, had studied in hostel till her Secondary School Examination. She was bold, electric, passionate and knew what exactly she truly desired.

And would achieve her desired at any cost.

Shweta fell for Amar, almost as love at first sight and Amar, slowly understood her feelings for him. Amar was ambitious, intelligent, and believed in his abilities and competencies. He knew his study well. Shweta was his best friend in college, in fact, the only friend, who was a girl. In college, Amar was the shy type or so to say, an introvert. Yet he had made a conversation with Shweta on the very first day of admissions! That had surprised Shweta.

Shweta shared her notes and art work with Amar, and both used to stay in the college library till 6p.m. Studying together after the classes were over, sometimes whispering sweet nothings, sometimes learning the chapters together, at other times just staring, gazing at each other, ' as if no one was watching!'

The Fine Art School was a special place, quite unique. It was a well crafted heritage structure, with beautiful ceilings, intricate designs and carved wooden furniture.

For the first time Amar invited Shweta to go for a movie after the classes, instead of sitting in the library. Shweta quickly agreed.

Shweta had dressed up elegantly, she quickly put an eyeliner and makeup in the rest room. Waiting for her Amar to arrive.

No one knew what happened? Amar got drunk. Or was it that Dipankar, Ajay, Prasad and Atul made him drink straight from their bottle? Which they used to carry to the School. Or forced it on him?

No one really knew what had transpired between them. Or was it sheer jealousy?

While Amar arrived late for the movie, Shweta had waited for him for an hour, feeling downhearted and angry. Soon after, Amar had a chest pain. And had to be rushed home by his friends.