Mind Salad

DAY 2/2: HOW I MET MY BHABHI S o 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...!!COM...

DAY 1/2:HOW I MET MY BHABHI....!         "this is all about how i met my bhabhi...a girl who was a total stranger to me...and how half a day bought us close to each other.....!!" thnx to 123 greetings for the apt pic i got...!!! I quite don't understand why the concept of randomness is a difficult task for me to accept. I've always heard people say "they were destined to meet!". Destiny..is that what makes you meet a particular person so important  in your life? If H decides to visit a place and A also decides to go there with every possible chance of not even meeting...at a particular point of time they are ''destined'' to meet. And then you can find them having ice-cream together in the same shop. OK now i dint believe in all these destiny things.....But one fine morning....I was destined to meet her....She; whom ive seen just a day...She; who cares for me more than a sister can....She; who scolds me for anything stupid i ...