Am weeping like a child....for d main reason dat, i am left alone in
the hostel for next 4 years and the other reason being, my roomie is
Richa Pal.
My eyes are swollen, my nose is fully blocked, i dnt wanna c anyone...
Dats wen i hear a knock on the door, i open d door and i see Ratnabharagavi AR for the first time. She asks to assemble in some room for some shit....and i m thinking..wats the issue with this female..She doesnt have emotions.
Later, during 1st sem, we found, we both scored the same percentage for HSC(including PCMB score).
Little did i know, it was just a beginning for many more "COMMON" things between us.
All time topper, always studying, so calm, so composed, so pretty, beautiful hair, always thinks with a cool head...OH GOD I HATE HER FOR ALL THIS.
My next 4 years with her was full of all d emotions..Love, hate, competition, jealousy, friendship, best times and the worst ones.
I have uncountable awesome memories with her...
In HER room, In MY room, she asking me to study for GODs sake, the A-B batch fight, Chits in class, she drawing for me, me forcing her to dance, she handling my mood swings,me thinking why doesnt hv mood swings,
me using her garnier shampoo wishing my hair will b like her,
planning picnics and bday parties, deciding what, who, when where;
gossiping bout girls and guys,
travelling home, badlapur, khopoli,
sitting on same last bench for 3 years,
fighting for bullshit reasons, long romantic walks, she teaching me cycling, singing romantic songs on PC and getting nostalgic, competing in who has more Ashiqs (Your count is : 785754213463265 ..:-P),
cursing the mess food, the mess kakas, planning-plotting against Schizos and then planning picnics with them, going cycling to some temple, cheering class guys for the matches they always lost, trying to build UNITY (lol),
cursing each other in public and then whispering "i love u",
the 5 (bhaagi, yogi, dillu, spari, me) ka gang, the bday celebrations, d christmas celebrations, d holi, d diwali,
the C-Class third graded movies i got in her name from phata, Amol Bhutada incident
d letters she wrote for me,
the last letter i wrote for her and for which we both cried (confidential)..........i can go on and on and on and on bout my times with Bhaagi.
D best was , wen we tied an umbrella, pillow and all idiotic things to her dress and were planning to parcel her to Boys Hostel.
I cnt imagine my ENGINEERING without you Bhaagi......
We are still a call away and can recall n talk bout each incident, then laugh and then discuss, get nostalgic and get emotional...
Main Jaanti hu, i say " i hate you" 100 times, say "i love u" only once.........but..
Main ye bhi jaanti hu, you know that i mean it only when i say "i love u"...
I really cnt end this article...cause i dnt think our good times have ended yet.......
LOVE U LOTS..!!
My eyes are swollen, my nose is fully blocked, i dnt wanna c anyone...
Dats wen i hear a knock on the door, i open d door and i see Ratnabharagavi AR for the first time. She asks to assemble in some room for some shit....and i m thinking..wats the issue with this female..She doesnt have emotions.
Later, during 1st sem, we found, we both scored the same percentage for HSC(including PCMB score).
Little did i know, it was just a beginning for many more "COMMON" things between us.
All time topper, always studying, so calm, so composed, so pretty, beautiful hair, always thinks with a cool head...OH GOD I HATE HER FOR ALL THIS.
My next 4 years with her was full of all d emotions..Love, hate, competition, jealousy, friendship, best times and the worst ones.
I have uncountable awesome memories with her...
In HER room, In MY room, she asking me to study for GODs sake, the A-B batch fight, Chits in class, she drawing for me, me forcing her to dance, she handling my mood swings,me thinking why doesnt hv mood swings,
me using her garnier shampoo wishing my hair will b like her,
planning picnics and bday parties, deciding what, who, when where;
gossiping bout girls and guys,
travelling home, badlapur, khopoli,
sitting on same last bench for 3 years,
fighting for bullshit reasons, long romantic walks, she teaching me cycling, singing romantic songs on PC and getting nostalgic, competing in who has more Ashiqs (Your count is : 785754213463265 ..:-P),
cursing the mess food, the mess kakas, planning-plotting against Schizos and then planning picnics with them, going cycling to some temple, cheering class guys for the matches they always lost, trying to build UNITY (lol),
cursing each other in public and then whispering "i love u",
the 5 (bhaagi, yogi, dillu, spari, me) ka gang, the bday celebrations, d christmas celebrations, d holi, d diwali,
the C-Class third graded movies i got in her name from phata, Amol Bhutada incident
d letters she wrote for me,
the last letter i wrote for her and for which we both cried (confidential)..........i can go on and on and on and on bout my times with Bhaagi.
D best was , wen we tied an umbrella, pillow and all idiotic things to her dress and were planning to parcel her to Boys Hostel.
I cnt imagine my ENGINEERING without you Bhaagi......
We are still a call away and can recall n talk bout each incident, then laugh and then discuss, get nostalgic and get emotional...
Main Jaanti hu, i say " i hate you" 100 times, say "i love u" only once.........but..
Main ye bhi jaanti hu, you know that i mean it only when i say "i love u"...
I really cnt end this article...cause i dnt think our good times have ended yet.......
LOVE U LOTS..!!
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