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JUST LIKE THAT I MET HER! (continued)

DAY 2/2: HOW I MET MY BHABHI

So finally my last day in the camp arrived without any signs of a last day like excitements,sorrows,missingment(i mean missing friends) and nothing. I knew the drill ,so got up,got ready and went off to the bus which was supposed to take us to the stadium where the conference was going on. Once we got there we had our breakfasts and started getting seats. And my friend rema started chatting with everyone she saw on her way...!!! I totally got irritated to the core and walked off.

 Since i wanted to be really attentive in the Islamic classes..I went to catch up a place in the front row. And believe me....all the seats were filled up nd the girls were just staring at me giving me an are-you-goin-to-sit-on-our-heads look. I just dint want to get back to rema and sit at the back seats and have an Indian girly chat! I turned back disappointingly to go back when I heard a voice calling out my name!

"HASHBA!!HERE...!!COME HERE...!! I'VE GOT A  PLACE FOR YOU"! i heard the voice say....

"what?????" there was absolutely no end for how happy I was......and i turned back to see a very pretty girl waving at me sitting right in the front! And guess who it was???????? 
                                               yeah!!!exactly....!! It was her! Whom i wanted to search for!! For whom i had made a bigggg plan of how to find out( yeah i have said yu the plan!! now dnt say i dint!!! ;P) She caught a place for me??? How did she know I'll be here?How did she know i wanted to sit in the front? All these questions ate my head! I just hoped on and went and sat with her.....

We greeted each other with the Islamic greetings and first itself I asked her,"whats your name?". OOpz...once again mistake......why dd i ask like that? i could have asked something like,"what did you say your name was?" ( even tho she dint tell me!).

"haha your asking now? Well my names Arshida.doing engineering 3rd year here in trivandrm" she said all at a time...I think she guessed out what was in my mind and answered my mind-wanting-ask questions!

When the lectures started we started lisening obediently like a 1st day 5th std student. We took lecture notes,we took rest in between and talked a lot in the gaps we got. She had come for the program with her friends and introduced everyone to me. I liked her friends a lot too. All as friendly and caring as she was. I said her all Bhayya stories i knew and asked her if i can call her bhabhi since he is my bhayya! And amusingly she said she'd luv to be called that!! And there I GOT A BHABHI!!!

She, I dont know y,gave me more attention than her friends. Sitting beside me, talking to me more and asking everything about me. how lovely- i thought! And then her friends called out telling that they have registered her name for the womens conference in which only limited girls were allowed and which was in other stage apart from the main stage.

She first made sure if i could also go and took me along with her.And there we had a great time again discussing about the different topics concerned to Muslim women! From there we went to the counselling cell where we all individually cleared our doubts with the scholars present there. And then we had a good laugh when one of her friend came and said how horrible her counselling went and what the scholar said her. Again it was me and bhabhi....knowing each other a little more than we knew....!

DING!!! And i received a message which read :

"BE PRESENT NEAR THE BUS AT EXACT 3. HAVE YOUR LUNCH NOW.ITS AVAILABLE AT THE FOOD COUNTER.BE FAST BEFORE ITS TOO RUSH....THE BUS LEAVES AT 3.30  -renu "

Me and Bhabhi gasped reading the message.We hardly knew how fast time flew by...and we were olredy late.I chekd the time...it was 2.30. We all rushed to the food counter which seems to have a queue of all 5000 students even tho some were seen scattered here and there nicely eating their food! Bhabhi took me thru some other way and to my shock there was lesser queue there and we happily got our plate of biriyani! Unfortunately i was not able to eat since I dont eat when im sad....(but still i managed to take it all).Even when we had food (without any chairs to sit) we kept talking talking talking.....in short-endless talks. And just as I finished....Renu came running out to me and asked me to go with her....! I looked at Bhabhi and she with the same expression I had on my face ( now dnt wonder how I saw my expression) looked back. I gave her a hug....Promised to meet again....And once again with an Islamic greeting we departed...! She came with me till my bus and then waved her hand (in a slow motion for me) and went into the crowd and got somewhere in the middle of that crowd.....!!

A tiny tear crawled out of my eyes when I sat in the bus returning back to Hostel....! DING! I got a new message which read : I ALREADY STARTED MISSING YOU DEAR.......-YOUR BHABHI. Now this was more than enough for the tiny tears whole family to come out of my eyes!!! And I send her back -MISS YOU TOO AND LOVE YOU BHABHI! and I really meant it! 

EVER SINCE WE NEVER MISSED ANY MOMENT OF OUR LIFE NOT TEXTING EACH OTHER.....WHEN SAD OR HAPPY ...WE KEPT TEXTING EACH OTHER AND GREW THIS ONE DAY OOOOPZ .....I MEAN HALF DAY FRIENDSHIP INTO A LIFE LONG FRIENDSHIP!

AND......
If it wasn't for my writing habit....
If it wasn't for Bhayyas good-boy act...
If it wasn't for we being friends for that.......
If it wasn't for he telling me about profcon....
If it wasn't for my parents letting me go to trivandrm....
If it wasn't for if Bhayya never mentioned about me to her....
If it wasn't that I asked a question introducing myself loudly...
And if it wasn't that I went for seat in the first row the second day.......
                                    I WOULD HAVE NEVER MET MY BHABHI.........




SO NOW I BELIEVE IN DESTINY.....I BELIEVE IN COINCIDENCE....AND I BELIEVE IN FRIENDSHIP WHICH LIVES IN OUR HEART THAN IN OUR MIND......
                ITS NOW....THAT I BELIEVE...............................!


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