“Anaa.. anaaa.. Wake up man… we have to get down from the train..” Victor shook her , shouted and ran towards the door of the train …
She opened her eyes… It was nine months passed still that one day was as fresh for her as it was nine months before…. She was remembering each and every word of him …
That deep blue jeans and red T shirt was suiting her…. In half sleep she got up from her seat.. collected the bag … she was having a skull tattoo on one hand and a shinning skull ring in third finger… Her red highlight was making her striking … she was feeling the headache as they had partied yesterday night and slept very late..
“Victorrrrrr… wait for me… Bl***y idiot !!” Her sentence was having gaalies and at the same time she was shouting on top of her voice… She ran towards the door.. victor had got down from the train...
And she also jumped from the train instantly…. every eye rolled towards her but there she was smilling as always… getting up on her feet she ran towards victor to give him a big time slap…
She had totally gelled up in this new world .. she had got a rough and tough look but at the same time only she was knowing what was going in her heart… she had stopped sharing the things in her heart with friends… As usuals a people loving person gets friends instantly, so as she… she had got Victor and Saayana as her harward friends.. she had joined in the mid way of that college batch but the way she had gelled up was brilliant.. All the teachers used to take special care for the studies. She was fully aware that she had to enjoy and study … This college was not like her earlier college.. there was more practicals and more fun … she used to like the debates and the book review sessions in the class… The technology being used in the class was making her more and more professional.. The college was definitely the best in all aspect and definitely she was equally best for the institution..
her trio group used to do lots of masti in the college… they had an awesome combination of a guitarist victor , drummer saayana and the singer Ana…. Yes our “Ana” who was named as “Anagha…” was that deep blue jeans , red highlight gal…. When she used to walk with the guitar on her back every one used to just stare at her .. she used to look none less than the lead American female singlers…
“Feeling like a bird…
I am flying like a bird …
The new life is gonna be a rock…
The new life is gonna be the starttttt….........
.......
......
Of my awesome life..
Oh ya ya ya…
Oh deaaaa….”
Anagha was singing in the campus and there was a huge crowed around her .. clapping for her.. She was happy….
She used to like when she was called as the bad gal of the college.. But the reality was different … she used to look tough from outside but she was equally the same anagha which was left in india… She had become tough and she had accepted the life as it was… She used to enjoy each day and each moment… She used to be completely aware about her limits and always used to stay within….
Ana… was coming out as an independent girl… more freee and more bindhast like and eagle..
Every college student was her friend and every college student used to like her presence in the class.. though it may be the drama in college , though a skit and even if it’s a dance…
Anagha has changed and no one was knowing whether this change was permanent or temporary in her life..
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