Search words: DPS Noida, batch 2000
He tried to look up on facebook for communities where he could get old school friends in touch from.
"Hmmm the list is long. Lemme check these", he said to himself
But he forgot that all of these would be 27 just like him.
Archana.. Pennsylvania
Ayesha... Engaged
Divya.... In relationship
Ekta ... is Married to...
Hrishita ... commented on her album "Honeymoon"
Isha added pictures in the album "My lovely kids"
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A heavy lot went away from consideration just like that.
Then he pondered upon the name "Soumya". He clicked her profile. She was working in Noida, no relationship status and no pictures meant she was alone. He hesitated for some time as he knew the girl had a crush on him in class XI.
11 years ago
"Hey Aman, could you please help me with the organic chemistry nomenclature during the PT period break", a girl with sheepish smile and 5 ft height tapped on his back while asking the question.
"Ummm....sure" a couple of lusty eyes were set on her without she even noticing.
"So for hydrocarbons, basically we need to observe the number of carbon atoms and types of bonds between them. Hydrogens may not need to bother", he started.
He could see she was hardly noticing what was in the book, rather just looking at his eyes and moving lips. He knew nobody was in the vicinity.
"So the bonds between two carbon atoms" he slipped his hands onto hers "can be of three types" he came close to her. She could hardly resist. "Single" he planted a kiss on her lips, "Double", and she kissed this time and said "or..."
"or...triple" and before they knew they were making out.
For a couple of days he avoided her. Next day she met him and asked "Why are you ignoring me? I thought you liked me."
"Well it was an accident" and he moved away. They never spoke again.
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In summer of 2010, two friends had a bet about whether one could date seven girls, attributes specified by the other.
He couldn't think much before the cursor moved to the link "Add as Friend" and his middle finger's tip which was still a bit Numb, tapped on the touch pad of his Vaio.
And now he was wondering if she would accept the request or not? What would be her reaction? Was she going to bad-mouth him? and a zillion other phrasable non-phrasable questions.
But everything was put to rest, when before even he could see a confirmation mail in his gmail, she pinged him via facebook chat "Hey! wassup? Whr had u bin dese dez?"
After few contrived portions of usual "What about your job", "parents", "blah blah", he popped in "Let's catch up tomorrow evening, if that's fine with you"
She took a pause and then said "Okay"
They met next evening at Geoffrey's. He was still uneasy about talking normally with her. She could see that and helped him "Hey, are you still thinking about Organic Chemistry?" and winked.
All he could manage was a smile.
"Arre it was a long time ago and we were kids. It's fine. It indeed was an accident"
"You are saying that sarcastically?"
"No yaar! Both you and I have moved on miles after that and now all I can do when I watch at past is to laugh about it."
He was a bit comforted now. He made a gesture to the waiter and wine was served shortly. She pressed her lips and raised her brows signifying "I am impressed" and then they laughed after the glasses clinked.
They had loads of catch up and tales to be told. When he dropped her at her place, he said "Hey sorry from the past of me to the past of yours. I know you are cool with it but maybe the past of yours wasn't."
"You have surely come of age" and gave him a peck on cheek and "This has been simple yet one of the most beautiful dates I have had in a very long time"
"Thanks Soumya! It was a wonderful time spent with you."
"And thanks for the nomenclature class. I am a Bio-pharmacist now."
Smiles were exchanged one more time before he drove away. She waved at him.
To be continued....
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