As Omi wiped his face with the tissue, a million thoughts entered his mind - all the happy ones....
He took a deep breath to calm his thoughts or may be to breathe the love in the air
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The air had grown cold of late - the winter was seeming trying to pervade the hot and dusky afternoons of Delhi and the delhi heat was finally giving in. Seasons are beautiful, unlike thoughts they know when to come and when to depart - thoughts on the other hand do not seem to have any such definitive rule; what would otherwise explain the examination hall scene of everyone ardently working with their rulers and pencil creating wonders of architecture, mostly for those 1-100 digits which somehow they think makes life - marks i mean and one guy sketching something to do with long hairs on the answer sheet. It's the thoughts , isnt it ? Some times the distinction between imaginary and reality is very thin - Have you ever experienced that may be the imaginary is real and the real is by far imaginary ? Never mind, you need to be captivated by something strong to make sense of the above - something like love - something like Omi is right now, sketching the long hair and moist eyes to in an answer to showcase an example of gothic structure.
The last six months had been tumultous for Omi. No she failed to recognize him,and all his deliberate attempts of showing himself up at canteen, library and coffee machines had been in vain and worst of all - he still couldnt talk to her. However, he had discovered his new talent of sketching her and that is where he had excelled in the last six months. His interest of architecture was scaling new heights with exploring the god's creation and any other man made structure didn't impress him as much. How impractical and stupid - that's what his friends would tell him, although he hadn't disclosed the whereabouts of Simi. While others would be dreaming of cushy jobs and travelling the world two years later, Omi would restrict his world only to her - yes stupid may be. But often practicality and love are at poles apart when one is in love.
Exams were over and Omi was lying on his bed in his room going over the sketches he had made of Simi in the last 6 months - there she is with the hearty laugh, her eyes glistening and her smile beautifully captured, then there is other one intently studying in the library , with her ardent enemy, the pencil being mauled between her lips; but his favorite one was when he had watched her at the corner of the cricket stadium overlooking the pond, leaning slightly over the steps and the wind playing gleefully with her hair and her eyes fixed at something in the void. Omi had got a very scornful eye glance when she had noticed him looking at her.Nevertheless, its a small price for a master piece.
While in these thoughts, the door bell had rang twice. Omi hastily woke up to see the door, putting all his sketches on the bed and throwing a pillow over it.
"Hey Brother, so much time to open door, were you climbing on the tree " - Omi ignored , he was used to Rahul's comments often made on his beginnings , but what he couldn't ignore was Simi standing behind Rahul opening her sandals and slightly bent to ease the effort.
Omi rushed back to his room and shut the door !
Rahul said -" don't mind, he is my so called weirdo bro.. !"
Somehow the pillow couldn't cover those A4 sheets of sketches and with little effort and help from the fan, the sketches had come out of the force holding them and floated around the room on the floor and Omi was making no effort to hold them back - not even the masterpiece.
