That Night
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Abhishek was lying in his double bunk bed in the dormitory,
his friend Harsh in the top Bunk. It had been an hour since he was trying to
sleep, his eyes were drooping, his body was tired, he was wounded, normally , a
person in that state wouldn't even take a second to drop into his mysterious
land of dreams, but he was in his own wonderland tonight.
She, she was so
different, her eyes were so beautiful.
He started gazing up at the bottom surface of the top bunk
like an idiot, lost in his thoughts.
She cares.
He was moved by this event, although Harsh did make fun of him,
they were like brothers, when Harsh understood the gravity of the situation
later that day, he stopped making jokes and became all sympathetic towards him,
he had been like his guardian angel all the way back to the hostel, helping
him, carrying him when he couldn't walk, etc. etc., he even tucked him into
bed.
Maybe I should talk to
him, maybe not, but who else, but what if Prasoon interferes, well if he does,
let him, how does it matter?
"Harsh, bro, you up?"
No response.
"Harsh?"
Nothing.
Nothing.