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New friend in a bus

New in the city for the purpose of graduation, was the only thing he was striving for. And while going to college in a dreadful blue line bus, that day met with a little change in his life. A girl approached him. She was a known face of the newly established class, where most of the students were still strangers. She introduced herself and sat with him. As usual, things still felt normal to him owing to his philosophy of not getting impressed by people so quickly. A guy who never had a female friend took things lightly even when the other males of the tribe (class) were more shocked than him about this new event. Wrong rumors got air and thus both got into a false relationship as distributed by the gossip mongers as intended. It is hard to be talking to a girl it seems in a so called modern world, he thought. The class looked more interested in their affairs, and things proceeded with no twists or tragedy as might be imagined by the class masses who looked filmsy.

The things eventually lost attention, when the girl later came up with her real boyfriend from senior class. Still, the guy who looked not fallen into the line of rumors, could recall the time spent with her, during viva exam preparation or notes preparation. Also eating spring rolls one day on a little eatery at Phantom road that made him pay for the meal, could still induce a soothing effect on him. But he knows how to be in control. Such feelings can make him nostalgic but can’t overwhelm him. He moved ahead with life as usual. No love lost, no love found.

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An introverted IT Guy.

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