Ever since I saw Samar, my best-friend, with his
new girlfriend, I too felt an urge within to have
someone by my side. Updating the relationship status on facebook,
changing profile pictures into a couple pic,
cuddling her in front of friends, making her sit on
his lap, calling her shona and baby in front of
everyone, talking from 11 pm to 6 am with those
night-calling packs cut down from the pocket money, going on dates, paying for her recharge
top-ups etc. Samar did all these things and I was
limited to urges.
“The girl you want should be a Vegetarian Hindu! I
won't bound you with caste as it nowadays
doesn't really matter.” said my parents. Family
with prejudices, every family was induced with
one. I never had a crush, first step to love or it was
what I thought. Every girl in my college looked
normal to me, not the one for me. Even though I
like some, they were the one occupied, no vacancy
for a new entry. I had faith, one fine day I surely
will have a crush, my dream girl. All I needed was her to be a Vegetarian Hindu!
One fine day, in the canteen, I spotted my first
crush. Fair as cream, eyes similar to a flashing
mirror, perfectly shaped and beautifully toned
body with ample of cuts and curves, pouted rosy
lips- lustrous and reflecting which had a chicken-
leg-piece affixed between her teeth trying to rip the flesh off the bone. She was a Non-vegetarian. I tried to console
myself, what if she is a non-vegetarian? Milk was
also a non-veg product and I drank it everyday, in
fact my whole family did! Moreover the
restaurants we ate in, who know that they would
make our food in a separate pan, specially for a veg meal? I said so within to assure myself and to
cling on to her thoughts in my mind. Fortunately she was in my class, I was the
happiest of all. Students were called in front of the
class for a short introduction, this being the first
class. It was her turn now. “Hello everyone. My name is Md. Ruksar Ali
Begum.”
Written by:
Ravi Raj.......
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