Hey there, dreamy fellas, Dreamscape is back, this time with a weekly. This is the story of a young, sparky and vivid girl techie, who conquers all hitches with her incredible wit with a tinge of humor added with a crisp tale of love. Welcome to The Diary of a College Girl. You are allowed to take a peep in, but take a good one for this is a tale engrossed with emotions, to take you on a roller coaster journey to your inner self, So grab a corner, sit with your favorite snack and delve into an audacious tale.
When I woke up in the morning today, I found myself uncomfortably drenched in sweat. I know what you must be thinking but this wasn’t the effect of any nightmare. This was the unfortunate blessing of the Burla heat. I slept way into midnight and this morning I customarily woke up late. A plausible reason of the former was my recent crush and the frightening exam approaching with a monstrous pace. On the contrary, the reason for the latter was the soul rending heat. When girls around me, wake up early in order to finish their daily chores by noon, my morning essentially begins by noon. Moral of the story-Summer makes me lazy! Not just lazy but passive. I feel like a polar bear in hibernation and I would have loved it if I was given a chance to hibernate in the cold caves of Antarctic with a room heater, undeniably. But polar bears neither have semester exams to write nor do they study hard to get a job. They do as they please. So it’s better to proceed with my story leaving the polar bears alone!
So I checked my phone. It was 11:55AM. Lazily, I stretched my arms, yawned and sat on my bed, I looked around only to find no one in the room. As I walked out of the room holding my toothbrush, I saw my sole roommate walking casually in the corridor. A smile escaped through my lips as I saw her talking on phone animatedly with someone. Must be her long distance boyfriend, Ravi I thought.
After I freshened up and gulped my breakfast that Saswati had kept for me on the table, I opened my laptop to check my Facebook notifications. 3 friend requests, 20 notifications! Facebook feels the need to notify us on everything going on in the life of people not related to us. (Not to forget those irritating Candy Crush requests). After checking the few important and the lot of unimportant notifications and saying “I am fine. What about you?” to strangers, I began my daily ritual of stalking Tushar, the man of my dreams. The one who makes me weak on my knees. I was delighted when I saw few of his recent pictures he had uploaded just the previous night. Like an obedient stalker, I liked all of them. A tint of red flew through my face. While I was engrossed in stalking my heartthrob, my phone began jumping like a spring. No I am not exaggerating. My phone belongs to that ancient era of cellphones when they could trigger an earthquake! An unknown number flashed on my screen. Curiously I took the call. Before I could say anything, a male voice spoke nervously from that side “Hey! Sanskriti, Its Ravi. Surprised, I settled myself and greeted him. Sorry I called suddenly but as you know tomorrow its Saswati’s birthday, I want to surprise her. I was going to come tomorrow to meet her but my mother fractured her leg this morning. So unfortunately I wouldn’t be able to come. So I have couriered my gift on your name so that you can take it and give it to her at midnight. Would you do that, please? “He requested me politely, I said “Yeah sure, I would gladly do it”. A pang of guilt overwhelmed me as I cut the call. I had completely forgotten Saswati’s birthday! I immediately dialed Puffy Delight’s number. After ringing for a while, a man picked up. I ordered a Black Forest cake and asked him to write Saswati’s nickname “Sassy” on the cake. I told him to bring the cake by 8 in the evening.
Phew! I felt relieved. A narrow escape I thought! Now all I had to do was hide Tushar’s gift and cake as soon as they arrived! In the afternoon, after having a putrefying lunch (though we pay the mess bills, the food tastes like it was celebrating its 100th birthday!), Saswati slept and I got busy studying. But soon dizziness began to descend over me. A very important fact about me! I truly believe that sleeping is the best medicine. Have you ever seen Superman, Batman or even Krrish sleeping? That’s because when they did not possess superpowers they were like me! They kept on sleeping till they finally got their powers. Even Spiderman got bitten by the spider while he was sleeping and dreaming about his crush!! I am not joking! This is my belief. So I adjusted my pillow and sandwiched it in between the wall and my back. My eyes felt heavy. I could see myself standing on top of a hill. A panoramic stretch of deep blue gigantic mountain was all my eyes could register. Crisp wind gently kissed my face and my hair began to soar high, freely like an eagle. A familiar voice made me turn and oh my delight could bear no bounds! Tushar was standing right in front of me. I feigned a smile as pearls of sweat popped on my forehead. My nervous heart was thumping like a rabid monkey and my feet were crippled. As I stood there, feeling shy and stupid; I realized he had maintained a steady gaze at me. Slowly, I gathered courage and put together the pieces of my sicken heart. I looked at him and all my shyness was gone. I wanted that moment to freeze. I began to take slow but steady steps towards him. Every step I took was the testimony of the deep affection I had for him. I kept on walking and walking and he just kept staring at me with his brown-hazel eyes.
In an instant, the wind stopped, the tranquility was gone and I was back on my bed from the hill top. I could hear Saswati’s voice from a distance but my mind was too muddled. I opened my heavy eyes and saw her frantically nudging and calling my name. “Such a lazy cat you are! Wake up! Its evening already. You have a delivery from Pune. So strange. You never told me you have folks in Pune. I wish Ravi would have come tomorrow.” She said dejectedly. “Hmm”, I said resonating her sad emotions and stealthily took the box and hid it under my bed. I checked the clock. It was 8:45PM. That’s when it hit me that the cake was supposed to be here by 8. I grabbed my phone. 38 missed calls. Puffy Delight. I called back. A gaudy voice answered from the other side unlike the usual polished one. “I had ordered a black forest cake. Ladies hostel.” I said meekly. “We had called you maam. You didn’t pick up and wasted our time. Shop is closed. We can’t deliver the cake today.” He said grumpily and hung up. An awful agony began churning inside me. I cringed. I am her only roomie, her best friend and I was wary of the fact that the only thing that could make Saswati weak on her knees was cakes! She loved them; all kinds. It was quite evident by her heavyweight figure but most importantly she was the loveliest person in the world and she deserved the best on her birthday.
I have to find a way! I wondered. Hostel gates were already closed. There was no way I could arrange another cake. So after much brooding, I decided to make one. But the task wasn’t as easy as said especially when Saswati was in the room all the while. So. I asked my neighbors and they were happy to help. I sneaked into my room and brought my electric kettle. Luckily our hostel has an inbuilt store which stays open well beyond 10PM. I brought some Cadburys, wafers, Choco-pies, milky bars and gems. Then we put all the wafers in symmetry over a paper carton and spread some melted Cadburys over the top. Then I added Choco-pies over that layer of gooey chocolate and topped it with peanut butter which I always have stock in my grocery. Finally I added another layer of wafers and topped it with melted milky bars. With gems, I wrote ‘HBD sassy’ in a comic font. Though, the cake was not one typically expects on birthdays; I liked the way it looked uniquely creamy and vibrant with gems being the show stopper. After 3 hours of diligence, the cake was ready but I still felt embarrassed at the thought “What if she hated it?” She might sneer at the first sight of it. I brushed aside the negative thoughts as I knew Saswati was too sweet for that. Yet I badly wanted her to like it. More than any gift in the world; this meant the most important to me. This felt closer to my heart. I had put my soul into it. When I returned to my room, she was already asleep. Meanwhile, I decorated the room with balloons that I had purchased from the store.
When clock struck 12, my neighbors brought the cake, with beautifully lit candles, making the chocolaty edges glisten. We all chorused the birthday song and woke Saswati from her slumber. Defying my initial inhibitions, she grinned widely when she saw her customized birthday cake.” It’s so pretty”, she echoed with teary eyes. My heart melted. I fished out Tushar’s gift from under my bed and gave her. She couldn’t smile any bigger.
That night, as I lay calmly on my bed. Saswati whispered sweetly “San, do you know what?” I asked half snoozing what Sash?” She said after a pause “It was my best birthday ever”. I smiled and felt grateful for such a friend in my life before sleep descended over me.
When I woke up in the morning today, I found myself uncomfortably drenched in sweat. I know what you must be thinking but this wasn’t the effect of any nightmare. This was the unfortunate blessing of the Burla heat. I slept way into midnight and this morning I customarily woke up late. A plausible reason of the former was my recent crush and the frightening exam approaching with a monstrous pace. On the contrary, the reason for the latter was the soul rending heat. When girls around me, wake up early in order to finish their daily chores by noon, my morning essentially begins by noon. Moral of the story-Summer makes me lazy! Not just lazy but passive. I feel like a polar bear in hibernation and I would have loved it if I was given a chance to hibernate in the cold caves of Antarctic with a room heater, undeniably. But polar bears neither have semester exams to write nor do they study hard to get a job. They do as they please. So it’s better to proceed with my story leaving the polar bears alone!
So I checked my phone. It was 11:55AM. Lazily, I stretched my arms, yawned and sat on my bed, I looked around only to find no one in the room. As I walked out of the room holding my toothbrush, I saw my sole roommate walking casually in the corridor. A smile escaped through my lips as I saw her talking on phone animatedly with someone. Must be her long distance boyfriend, Ravi I thought.
After I freshened up and gulped my breakfast that Saswati had kept for me on the table, I opened my laptop to check my Facebook notifications. 3 friend requests, 20 notifications! Facebook feels the need to notify us on everything going on in the life of people not related to us. (Not to forget those irritating Candy Crush requests). After checking the few important and the lot of unimportant notifications and saying “I am fine. What about you?” to strangers, I began my daily ritual of stalking Tushar, the man of my dreams. The one who makes me weak on my knees. I was delighted when I saw few of his recent pictures he had uploaded just the previous night. Like an obedient stalker, I liked all of them. A tint of red flew through my face. While I was engrossed in stalking my heartthrob, my phone began jumping like a spring. No I am not exaggerating. My phone belongs to that ancient era of cellphones when they could trigger an earthquake! An unknown number flashed on my screen. Curiously I took the call. Before I could say anything, a male voice spoke nervously from that side “Hey! Sanskriti, Its Ravi. Surprised, I settled myself and greeted him. Sorry I called suddenly but as you know tomorrow its Saswati’s birthday, I want to surprise her. I was going to come tomorrow to meet her but my mother fractured her leg this morning. So unfortunately I wouldn’t be able to come. So I have couriered my gift on your name so that you can take it and give it to her at midnight. Would you do that, please? “He requested me politely, I said “Yeah sure, I would gladly do it”. A pang of guilt overwhelmed me as I cut the call. I had completely forgotten Saswati’s birthday! I immediately dialed Puffy Delight’s number. After ringing for a while, a man picked up. I ordered a Black Forest cake and asked him to write Saswati’s nickname “Sassy” on the cake. I told him to bring the cake by 8 in the evening.
Phew! I felt relieved. A narrow escape I thought! Now all I had to do was hide Tushar’s gift and cake as soon as they arrived! In the afternoon, after having a putrefying lunch (though we pay the mess bills, the food tastes like it was celebrating its 100th birthday!), Saswati slept and I got busy studying. But soon dizziness began to descend over me. A very important fact about me! I truly believe that sleeping is the best medicine. Have you ever seen Superman, Batman or even Krrish sleeping? That’s because when they did not possess superpowers they were like me! They kept on sleeping till they finally got their powers. Even Spiderman got bitten by the spider while he was sleeping and dreaming about his crush!! I am not joking! This is my belief. So I adjusted my pillow and sandwiched it in between the wall and my back. My eyes felt heavy. I could see myself standing on top of a hill. A panoramic stretch of deep blue gigantic mountain was all my eyes could register. Crisp wind gently kissed my face and my hair began to soar high, freely like an eagle. A familiar voice made me turn and oh my delight could bear no bounds! Tushar was standing right in front of me. I feigned a smile as pearls of sweat popped on my forehead. My nervous heart was thumping like a rabid monkey and my feet were crippled. As I stood there, feeling shy and stupid; I realized he had maintained a steady gaze at me. Slowly, I gathered courage and put together the pieces of my sicken heart. I looked at him and all my shyness was gone. I wanted that moment to freeze. I began to take slow but steady steps towards him. Every step I took was the testimony of the deep affection I had for him. I kept on walking and walking and he just kept staring at me with his brown-hazel eyes.
In an instant, the wind stopped, the tranquility was gone and I was back on my bed from the hill top. I could hear Saswati’s voice from a distance but my mind was too muddled. I opened my heavy eyes and saw her frantically nudging and calling my name. “Such a lazy cat you are! Wake up! Its evening already. You have a delivery from Pune. So strange. You never told me you have folks in Pune. I wish Ravi would have come tomorrow.” She said dejectedly. “Hmm”, I said resonating her sad emotions and stealthily took the box and hid it under my bed. I checked the clock. It was 8:45PM. That’s when it hit me that the cake was supposed to be here by 8. I grabbed my phone. 38 missed calls. Puffy Delight. I called back. A gaudy voice answered from the other side unlike the usual polished one. “I had ordered a black forest cake. Ladies hostel.” I said meekly. “We had called you maam. You didn’t pick up and wasted our time. Shop is closed. We can’t deliver the cake today.” He said grumpily and hung up. An awful agony began churning inside me. I cringed. I am her only roomie, her best friend and I was wary of the fact that the only thing that could make Saswati weak on her knees was cakes! She loved them; all kinds. It was quite evident by her heavyweight figure but most importantly she was the loveliest person in the world and she deserved the best on her birthday.
I have to find a way! I wondered. Hostel gates were already closed. There was no way I could arrange another cake. So after much brooding, I decided to make one. But the task wasn’t as easy as said especially when Saswati was in the room all the while. So. I asked my neighbors and they were happy to help. I sneaked into my room and brought my electric kettle. Luckily our hostel has an inbuilt store which stays open well beyond 10PM. I brought some Cadburys, wafers, Choco-pies, milky bars and gems. Then we put all the wafers in symmetry over a paper carton and spread some melted Cadburys over the top. Then I added Choco-pies over that layer of gooey chocolate and topped it with peanut butter which I always have stock in my grocery. Finally I added another layer of wafers and topped it with melted milky bars. With gems, I wrote ‘HBD sassy’ in a comic font. Though, the cake was not one typically expects on birthdays; I liked the way it looked uniquely creamy and vibrant with gems being the show stopper. After 3 hours of diligence, the cake was ready but I still felt embarrassed at the thought “What if she hated it?” She might sneer at the first sight of it. I brushed aside the negative thoughts as I knew Saswati was too sweet for that. Yet I badly wanted her to like it. More than any gift in the world; this meant the most important to me. This felt closer to my heart. I had put my soul into it. When I returned to my room, she was already asleep. Meanwhile, I decorated the room with balloons that I had purchased from the store.
When clock struck 12, my neighbors brought the cake, with beautifully lit candles, making the chocolaty edges glisten. We all chorused the birthday song and woke Saswati from her slumber. Defying my initial inhibitions, she grinned widely when she saw her customized birthday cake.” It’s so pretty”, she echoed with teary eyes. My heart melted. I fished out Tushar’s gift from under my bed and gave her. She couldn’t smile any bigger.
That night, as I lay calmly on my bed. Saswati whispered sweetly “San, do you know what?” I asked half snoozing what Sash?” She said after a pause “It was my best birthday ever”. I smiled and felt grateful for such a friend in my life before sleep descended over me.
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