I used to ask her for her copy so that I could talk to her. I felt blessed that my roll number preceded hers. From class 6 we used to sit together and it continued till we were in class 10. I was spellbound by her simplicity and cuteness.I had fallen in love with her. Then he continued,”She was so introvert at that time. He said”I was in class 6 when the teacher ordered us to sit according to our roll numbers and I was made to sit beside her.” Finally Rahul gave up and consented to tell his story. She was happy to know this and poked him to tell his story. Rahul said,”Everything seems beautiful in the beginning,you face the reality after some time has elapsed.” All present there clapped and so did they. The girl blushed and accepted the proposal. Then they saw a boy proposing to a girl in the café. She said”Thankfully we were asked to get out,it was so boring there.” He said “Yes!” They exchanged a smile and went to the café and ordered an ice cream each. She was so happy,the punishment was a blessing in disguise. Finally the teacher came and said”I find you two more interested in talking than doing the experiments.So,I think it would be more apt for you two to get out of the lab and in the next class perform these experiments all over again”. Now they chattered away gaily unware of the fact that the teacher was staring them from far behind. They discussed their likes, dislikes ,about their siblings and many more things. He was from Lucknow and she was from Patna. Thus started their conversation and within 15 minutes, they had discussed it all. He said,”Oh! That’s nice,what’s your name?” She turned back and saw the boy was looking at her and smiling. ”Aren’t you interested in the experiment?”asked a voice from behind. She turned away and stared out of the window. She looked at him, he was absorbed in doing the experiments. Beside her was standing a boy from some other class. She had thought that she would be at least spared in the college but it turned out to be the other way round. It was her third day in the college and here she was doing chemistry experiments. She loved theory classes because she could atleast sleep through it without being noticed by the teacher but in lab she had to be attentive and she hated that. She gasped her breath and thought,”What interest do they find in measuring amount of chemicals reacting with certain amount of another chemicals,taking the readings and finally concluding what they already knew!!! It was so boring”. She looked around the room, students were busy doing experiments, mixing the chemicals and noting down the readings of the burette and the test tube. Love Short Story – A CRAZY THING CALLED LOVE
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