PEOPLE MAY be wondering, the way I have described the relationship in my writings. Why it didn’t work? They might be amazed. Some of them are taking it personal and others are targeting straight. What more could a writer ask for if he/she is able to reach out to the audience and make an impression on their mind and life. It’s lovely to see when people feel and relate writings with their life.

Well… Life is not all about the bed of roses… everyone fights for their love. So did I for three-odd years. I was in third year of my engineering when for the first time my status changed to committed. Parallel to this, was the time when social networking sites were ruling the world and I was completely alien to it. With the hidden desire to be a part of this world, I enquired about it and like any other younger sibling; I too got the same expected reply. “Don’t go near it, it is an addiction, you will waste time”. But the very same evening I landed up on my home page with Avril Lavingne, my favorite singer as my D.P (Display Picture). Wow!!! My brain and hands were so very well co-coordinating for the first time that I finished everything so fast.

It’s exciting when you do things which you are not asked to get involved in. But this mind makes us to move and indulge in mischievous acts. I had 150 friends within one week and that’s when I got a friend request from this guy in blue shirt and goggles, the very look of him gave a smart and confident look. Yes, it was Sahel whom I happened to see in one of the community threads. As days passed by, our chats became never ending. Right from 8.30 in the evening till 10, 11 sometimes till 4 in the morning.  Time was passing by and talking to him was now an eternal part of my life. We became good friends and shared our day to day activities. We were no more strangers. It was as if we knew each other for long.

One bad think about chatting is that once you start, for first few days you will have oceans to share but as time passes by, everything evaporates leading to silence. But with Sahel the scene was totally different. With time our chatting hours were increasing without the slightest feel of being bored. Even after 8 months of chatting, there wasn’t any bored feeling from either side. The spark in our chat was still afresh.

And as they say, “A boy and girl cannot be just friends and so I was no exception”.  One day, I read a mail in excitement sent by Sahel since mailing was not in our dictionary. It happened to be a proposal made very simple and sweet. Somewhere in the corner of my heart I liked it but being into love was something I wasn’t sure about. Every girl wants a partner who is caring, supportive and a good friend. Sahel was always there during my ups and downs. Talking with him would make me feel light and relieved from all tensions. The dangerous time of a student’s life, yes the campus placement time, he was besides me, building my confidence all the time. I got rejected in the Aptitude round of first five companies. The feeling of being lonely and everyone getting placed and I being left alone was pathetic. Every day going home was like a milestone, I could feel my parents waiting for me to tell the good news but I had none.

But when there are people to boost you up, you feel life isn’t over with some XYZ company and opportunities are still ahead. As days went by, slowly I felt Sahel’s closeness to my heart. After a year and half he decided to come down to my place to see the girl he has decided to make his life partner. “I am coming down to Chennai to see my princess”, was a message left by him.

The next statement that flew across my mind was, “Bluff…bluff…bluff…” I know people do flirt on net and someone coming all the way from Delhi to Chennai just to see a girl, who he knew only existed in the virtual world is just next to impossible. Thinking why so? Pretty simple! I myself wouldn’t do that ever. When he told me that he is coming the next week, I openly invited him knowing that he is bluffing and wouldn’t come. I took things lightly.

He called up when he started his journey from Delhi. Even after hearing his voice I was very confident that he is bluffing and somewhere making a fool out of me. But parallel threads were running in my mind.  “What if he is really coming?  He is coming to Chennai for the first time, what if, if he is lost in this crowd”, thinking of these possibilities I decided to go to college to see him.

It was a Saturday morning in my college campus when I saw a fair brown eyed guy in red T-shirt and blue jeans. Yes, it was Sahel.