My first love part 7 (getting to know him)

She got the euphoric feeling when she heard his voice.  It was the most polite male voice she has ever heard. She wanted to speak but her voice got stuck and (un)fortunately her mobile ran out of charge and the call got cut off. She then immediately started charging her mobile and opened her laptop and messaged him 'hey..  Hi.. That was me..  I oly called u..  My mob was out of charge..  So the call got cut...'

Suriya Prakash replied 'hey...  Thanks fr trusting me ya.. Can I call u now???'

She replied 'No..  I ll call u tmr...'

SP 'oh..  Okay..  U can text nw ...?'

Anjana thought whether to say yes or no. She was afraid whether she will get caught by her parents. So she replied 'no ya..  I ll txt tmr... Going to sleep now..  Good nyt..!! :)'

Even though she said good night to him she was just thinking about about him and his 'girlfriend'. He has said few days back that he was in love with his classmate for over a year but since she was a Muslim girl she did not even turn back once and see him and now that girl was also about to get engaged.
She felt sad for him and wanted to console him.
She also did not like his habit of smoking and drinking. Since she did not want to get too much involved with him, she did not say anything to him. The next couple of days Anjana and Suriya Prakash talked a lot about their interests, likes and dislikes. They had a lot in common. Their favorite color, number, ice cream, food, songs, etc.,  Anjana felt that she has become close with him. He was there when no one in his family talked with her. His words were soothing when her family members did not talk lovable words with her.
Next day was new year and they had a family get-together at MGM dizziee world. Less did she know that that day was gonna be the most important day of her life.

My first love part 6 (the Christmas eve)

Anjana was excited as she entered the street full of people purchasing things for Christmas and new year. There was end of the year sale put up in red hoardings everywhere. Her home was nearby the famous wholesale Bazaar in Chennai. So it was a havoc everywhere.  People bargaining for discounts on the roadside shops and she was there with her mom to buy dress(es). As she was super sized girl readymade dresses were not an option for her. But even though she knows that all the dresses hanging outside the showrooms can't be worn by her she fantasized of those dresses. Her mom brought her a sky blue colored cloth with dark blue prints on it and a matching cloth for stitching.

Usually Anjana doesn't choose what she wears.  Because the best part of shopping is that she gets to talk with her mom freely as if they are the best mom and daughter in the world.  So she let's her mom select whatever it is for her (and she chooses for her mom).

Next day it was Christmas eve and Suriya Prakash messaged her. 'hey girlyyy ... Merry Christmas...  Hope u r having fun...  Between y can't v jus exchange our mob numbers...  V cud get to know each other...!! This is my number 8870123456'

She could not believe that a boy texted her his number. She forgot all the kind of barriers that she should have known and was totally ready to give her number.  But instead she replied  ' O.. come on...  U think that I ll give u my number...  It's not funny... U r totally playing with me I guess..  I'm fat and I'm ugly..  No one likes to talk with me..  And here u r trying to get my number...  That's not good... '

As usual the reply was instant from Suriya 'no problem year... I jus want to be ur friend.. U don't have to give me ur number...  If u trust me u cud call me..  U already hv my number...  :) '

She did not reply anything and went out from her 15 x 10 sized bedroom which was painted in the light shade of purple and a marble floor to the bathroom adjacent to her room which was 7x7 sized, with an Indian style latrine on left side to the door and shower towards the right and mirror opposite the doorway.
Later that day even though she was at home doing household chores she was thinking about Suriya and was wondering how it will be to talk to a stranger. So she decided to call him.

At night before going to bed she dialed his number with lots of hesitation and there went the ring to him and he picked up and answered "HELLO.."

My first love part 5 (the vacation)

After coming to college her first lengthy holiday was Christmas holidays. Anjana has not been to her home for about 3 months..!! She missed her 'home'. Right from her childhood Anjana used to be alone and away from her family members because she liked some alone time from her always loving but scolding parents and a non supportive brother who was studying 7th standard in a cbse institution.
Her father Mr. Ravi kalanithi was a middle-aged person about to reach his golden jubileeth year who is a renowned lawyer.
Anjana's mother Mrs.Hema ravi who is 10 years younger than Mr. Ravi is a typical South Indian home maker who is perfect in all her household chores and a loving mother and a devoted wife.
Anjana and all her family members are fair complexed and few inches taller than a normal person with normal height.
The thought of going home made Anjana happy as well as sad.

Her parents sent the driver in their bluish-violet colored Scorpio car to pick her up from the college. But she wanted to go in bus which she has never been on. Before starting from her college Anjana messaged Suriya Prakash 'nice plan bro.. But b careful not to hurt ur girls feelings' and she left home where she can't be independent.

My first love part 4 (his love)

It was the cool evening of December and Anjana in spite of the chilly weather was sweating and thought of switching on the  air cooler of her 15 x 15 feet beige color painted walls and ceiling room with same colored floor tiles which fortunately had an attached bathroom unlike other colleges which had a common bathroom for 20 students. But since her roommate was allergic to air cooler she was trying to get used to it.
Her roomie Abharna was a year older than her from south of TamilNadu. Abharna was a moderately built, fair, Brahmin girl who already has a boyfriend from school.

Anjana was thinking whether what she has done was correct or not. She was thinking about her earlier conversation with her 'brother'

Suriya Prakash had texted her 'hey anjana....! Come on yaar.. U already cald me a brother...  That's the first step of getting to know each other... I may be a stranger now...  But v can b gud friends pa...'

Anjana  replied 'I'm not used to all these texting.....  But since u insist I ll give it a try...  Bt if this goes more then anything wat it s now...  I ll stop msgin u....' 

As expected he replied immediately as if he was waiting for her to message back.

Suriya Prakash (SP): 'heyy thanku fr trusting me and I ll promise tat this won't go beyond wat it is..  Cos I already love another girl (if tat s wat u r afraid of) tat too one sided...  I'm trying to gain her attention even now too..  Fr Dat I hv fakely git admitted in hospital nw :p..  So Dat she ll hv some sympathy... '

Bit relieved but also something in back of her mind she was having some sort of ache-y feeling that she couldn't point at right now she closed her laptop and went for dinner to her messy canteen.

People

People who are happy are not really happy. People who are sad are not really sad.
People who are full are always not full.  People who are hungry are always not hungry.
People who are healthy are really not healthy. People who are sick are  really not sick.
People who are funny are not the funniest. People who are alone are not the loneliest.
People who are strong have the weakest weakness. People who are weak have the strongest strength.
People who are lovely are not actually lovable. People who are annoying are not actually annoyable .

All have their own strength..
Their own weakness..
Their own life..
Don't be judgmental..
Don't be sarcastic...
Don't hurt anyone with the thing sharper than the knife i.e ur words..!!

My first love part 3 (non biological brother)

Anjana did not know what to do when she got another new message from Suriya Prakash.

'hi...  Are you afraid? Y aren't u replying??  U don't hv to worry about me...  We cud b friends ya..!! '

As a girl who loves to be independent but from a complete orthodox family who made her study in a only girls school, all this talking to a stranger (that too a boy) was new and exciting.  But the excitement did not remove her fright and nervousness. So she decided to be on a safer side.

She typed on her messenger
'hi brother..!

I'm not afraid to chat wid u..  But I don't like chatting wid a guy who s stranger to me...'
And took few minutes to  click the send button.
And when she was about to log out she got a message from her so called 'non biological brother'.