the chronicles of the Singh's on lane 42 (v)- Maya

I woke up in a quite unfamiliar room. The room was dimly lit and the curtains were drawn to a close. A good replica of Da Vinci's Mona Lisa was hanging in the room; a sweet, light fragrance that comes from well organized, decent, rich rooms wash fresh in the air. Such well managed property either belongs to some girl or to a married family, and I had full faith on either of the two mentioned, they will prefer to die than bring an unknown drunk boy home.

It was she- Maya!




Wasn’t she supposed to get married and by now be in some part of Europe romancing in next to naked clothes with her husband? I abhorred the thought completely because in my previous thoughts the boy used to be me!

During college days, Maya was many things. She was a beauty, she was a damsel adorned in sari, she was a sculpture crafted through generations and she wanted to be a danseuse but ended up in an engineering college. She had short hair similar to Meg Ryan’s, may be a bit longer just to be tied indecently in a pony tail, however the smile of Maya was something special. Her bright full face had two dimples grounded when she smiled. She looked wonderful when she tied her hair, and even if she didn’t I still found her attractive. She had to wear spectacles and like all girls she hated to wear them. I promised myself to gift her a pair of lenses some day.



I still recall the gtalk status message I had put on the college farewell day.

“Yes, I am in love with you. Unlike many others I don’t experience the exuberance of yours by running alongside; I bath in the fragrance emanating from your thoughts.”

By others I meant the guy who bore semblance to Pakistanis. After reading the status or I believe it to be the cause to convince my poor heart, she chatted for two hours.