Were we made for each other...

The First Meet

                                                    

Ahalya :

' Haah...finally everything is over...14 years of love...My school, obviously not the building or those annoying teachers,my friends...None of us knew how it all started...but we didn't want it all to end up with this farewell'
 
      Throwing off my shawl on the tea table, I sat on the sofa,with all my energy down. "Maa, am back...The farewell party was amazing",I said with an high pitch voice waiting for her reply. And there came my mom from kitchen,in her dark blue gorgette saree. I just admired if she had understood something wrong in what I had said,because she threw an usual angry look on me. She yelled out," How many times should I have to tell you Ahalya? You are almost eighteen. But still you need someone to put shawl in the hanger." Of course...this is what the middle class Indian house wives often shout at their family members."Oops!!! Sorry ma...I was tired",I said it to her hanging the shawl on the hanger aside the cupboard in the dressing room.
         
        My father, who was having his lunch in the dining room, came for my rescue from mom.After chewing a full mouth of dal rice, he shouted at my mom, "For heaven's sake...can't you be without yelling at her. Today will be the last day that she will be with us. Have you forgotten that tomorrow she will be in her hostel".

        My dad was just like all other fathers, who loved their daughters more. But the worst part is that,he was always busy with his business and never had time to chat with us.

        Then my mom and I became busy packing for me to get ready to the hostel the next day. Yes, I am going to do my bachelor degree in Web Designing in St.Theresa's, Pune. My mom,dad and I will be boarding the train tonight and we will be having to attend the orientation,which will be at 9.00 the next day.

         That night, in the train, everyone slept. But I couldn't. I was very eager about new college, hostel life , friends etc. I have never been away from home for a long period. I was even a bit anxious,am a traditional tamil girl, and how am I gonna survive among modern people in a different state.

      The next morning we were in the campus on time. I was in my best white kurti,with blue flower patterns, and blue jean with a hand bag in my hand. The campus was really big. The orientation went on in a very boring way. People arround me were very strange to me,their language,clothes,behavior etc.

         After a few hours, it was the time for my parents to depart. They moved on. But my dad came back after a few steps. I hope surely it was for some advices,

"Ahalya, I want you to be careful here with your new friends and..."

"Appa..."

"You have to be careful with the boys here. Not all boys are good. "

"I know appa"

"Being in a relationship is never wrong, but being in a wrong relationship will make your life miserable" he said in a low voice,patting my shoulder and turning back on his way.

   Of course, it was a new advice that I haven't heard from my parents. I was actually not interested in relationships that come during the teens, after seeing a lots of horrible love scenes and break ups of my friends during school. But...what did dad say...relationships aren't wrong...? Who cares...

     I had to check in to my hostel room and get freash up, to go on an campus tour. 100 meters from the college building was the college girls hostel, and right behind it was the boys hostel. My room was quiet small for four of us to accommodate,but it was good.
 
        
         And there was already a tall,lean average looking girl,lying on a bed. She was wearing a dark pink t shirt,which didn't go well with her dark skin. Her hair was left free. Her curly hair,was the only one, that would be visible for people far, as she was very thin, as if she hadn't had food for a long time. She must really be rude or an arrogant , I thought. This was my idea, that I always had on people with curly hair.