Hostel
Aryan sat behind his desk with a big book on his lap.He was carefully observing a pen which danced on his fingers.Karthik was at the window,looking outside humming soft music.
"Crap! this is complete crap,I can't study this all night" Aryan exploded in one breath.
"You can't and I won't.From the history of my journey with books,I have realised that a one night stand never ends up the way you want to." Karthik smiled.
It was 11 55 PM.Aryan closed the book, slipped into his chappals and turned to Karthik." My brain cells are screwed, Im going for a cup of tea.Wanna come?"
Karthik nodded.They stepped out of the room and walked towards the elevator.On their way they saw a sporadic image of a few guys hastily pacing across the corridors.Most of them with stacks of papers in their hands.People belonging to this category had what was called the itching sensation.It was their basic instinct to loiter all over the hostel every now and then to check others' progress in preparation.All of them operated individually.Well, for the ones who had'nt started preparing, this herd was a big pain in the ass.
The elevator door slid opened and both of them started heading towards the canteen.
" So.." Aryan's phone started ringing.Karthik stopped."Who is it? No one calls you at this hour".
Aryan signalled to stay quiet and picked up the phone.Karthik tried his best to overhear the conversation.But, it was too short which mainly included murmers and at last a low but clear "Thank you".
"Was that your mom? Don't tell me its your birthday man!" Karthik checked his watch, it was 12:00 AM
It took a few seconds for Aryan to speak."yes,Its my birthday" he said in a low tone.
Dumbo! you are saying it like you've been imprisoned for life.Happy birthday anyway! Its been almost a year and I don't know your birthday.I am the worst friend anyone can have".
"Its okay,Don't get excited.Its just that I don't like my birthday" Aryan said.Karthik noticed there was no sign of feeling in Aryan when the latter spoke.Everything was covered by the straight face.
"Lets go now" Aryan muttered.Karthik followed.....
Both of them were walking while Aryan was thinking "not now Karthik, sometime in future I will tell you,I will definitely tell you".He took out his mobile phone and kept staring at the screen.It took him a few seconds to realize that a puddle of tear had blurred his sight.
Karthik wasn't looking at Aryan either.He thought to himself "Of all the days why the hell does he hate his birthday? Its his problem though.Let him tell when he wants to". He fumbled in his pockets for earphones,stuffed them in place and started humming his favourite tune....Newyork nagaram
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