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The Pasta.I.

With a Jerk,he woke up and looked outside the window Bangalore the board stated.
He got up,picked up his rucksack and managed to get out of the train.
As soon as he kept his foot onto the floor,he slipped and the bag fell from his left shoulder.What a welcome!he thought to himself,he already started to miss his hometown "Agra",city of love.Just 2 days prior he got his offer letter from the company and was thinking of his independent life now away from home.Brushing his thoughts aside he bent down to pick up his bag and heard a familiar voice "koi nayi novel kyu nahi rakhte ho bhaiya aap!? "
He picked up his bag and turned.
There she was standing near a book stall holding a book in her hands,Bangalore winds were responsible for her free flowing hair and her dupatta was slipping of her shoulders again and again.She finally gave in,took the dupatta,draped it around her waist and tied a knot.
She then,grabbed her hair made a bun of it and secured it with a rubber band she always wear in her hand like a bangle.
He thought to himself"So typical of Karuna"
It seems she was still the same, only 20 kgs lighter and a bit taller.She still was fond of books and loved to wear black. Checked!

She was alone,had no baggage and was here to see someone off,he assumed.
Just standing there, he went years and years back..

Year 2005..Class 4th..
A small boy sitting on a bench near the school ground,alone was watching the big guys play football.It was lunch break but he had no one to talk to as usual.His hand out of habit touched the big spectacles he had on his face and readjusted it.Today was a happier day for him because nobody had teased him uptil now in the class nor had anyone snatched his tiffin or called him A fused bulb.He was the only child in the class who had specs on and was the centre of Mock for the class.Occasional complaints to the teacher would only leave him with broken glasses thereafter.But today there was someone else who was being bullied infront of him and that was a very plump girl just opposite of where he was sitting.Next to the ground were stairs whuch led to different labs and the canteen in the end.
He saw a girl who was not being able to run properly but had to because the guy infront of her had snatched the sandwich from her.
She was almost out of breath until the 4 boys stopped near the ground.They still didn't give her the sandwich,ate half of it nd threw the rest away. She looked at them teary eyed then looked right and left. Unnoticed,she started walking past the fence.
The boy kept looking at her until she the bell rang and she disappeared.
The next day, he saw her entering the class 4C, just next to his class!
That day though he was punished for not completing his maths homework he still had a smile and wanted to go and sit on the same spot as yesterday in the recess.
Not because he enjoyed what happened the day before,but because he finally knew someone who knows what he feels like.
In the recess,he searched for her but she was nowhere to be seen, dissapointed he sat on the stairs near the canteen,opened the tiffin box and start eating the pasta.
Little did he know that he was being watched secretly.
The girl hid herself behind the pillar and was watching him eat the pasta!
She finally couldn't control and asked him
Mai bhi taste karlu!? With the cutest expression he had seen in his life uptil now.
He smiled,dusted off the dust from his hand on his side and signalled her to sit down.She happily did so.
He gave her the whole tiffin,she started eating the pasta.
He soon asked her "Wo unhone kal tumhara sandwich kyu le liya tha? "
To which she replied "aisa hi karte hain mere saath,class me mera weight sabse zyada hai na,isiliye"
He couldn't help but laugh.
"Are tum has kyu rahe ho? ",sge asked again.
"kuch nHi,tum khao"was his reply.
They were kids but understood bonds too.
She asked him what his name was and the class too.
"Ankit,4 B"
"Acha, meri bagal wali class me ho? "
He moved his head for a Yes.
Soon, They started to meet on a regular basis and Became good friends,Ankit no longer was bothered about his spectacles and Karuna with her weight.

Year 2010,Class 9th
"Tum apna Section change karwa rahe ho? "asked Karuna
"D"he said.
"Mera bhi D hai! "She rejoiced
Both were happy to know they finally had the same class.They used to sit together,eat together and also play together.
Sometimes, Karuna used to teach Algebra to Ankit in the recess and Ankit would come to her house to teach her biology.
They were still bullied but now with each others names. Though they claimed to be friends but they liked each other since the very first day they met.
He would do things just to impress Karuna,like solving a maths problem he hated.Or she would find him doing pushups when she would enter his room.
Both their parents would talk for hours and gossip about their kids at Tea parties to ceremonies.
Also, the credit of Karuna's 85% in 10th was given to Ankit.And Ankit's 82% to Karuna, though Karuna was upset looking at his mathematics marks,took a bat and ran behind him.
Morning Cricket practice had made him a good athlete and she was not able to get hold of him.Soon she started panting profusely,he ran upto her,made her sit comfortably gave her water and took a promise to exercise with him regularly from tomorrow.
She looked at him with an absent look but said yes afterall.
From the very next day, they started to jog at 5 in the morning.Karuna soon began to like it and felt lighter.

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