Love Dream Reality : Chapter - 6

That night the boy was thinking about that girl in red.

Mannat was her name which means Wish.

Needless to say that he was wishing for a wish.

Next day, while getting ready for the college he just kept formals aside. Took monkey-washed, light blue jeans and half sleeved black T. 

He met Sam at parking. Sam was impressed by his friend's new attire.

"This is good". Sam said, Boy smiled.

The boy took last bench by himself. 

Sam delighted and relaxed because he didn't need to convince his friend.

The boy set and waited for Mannat. She came, this time colour was the same but it was T-shirt instead of Kurti. Jeans was also of the same colour but bit lighter then yesterday. Her favourite colour or colour combination? but it suited her. Hair, tied, as were yesterday. She looks really beautiful. He noticed something between elbow and palm. A bracelet, that's new. Maybe pure silver or just silver coated and something was hanging with it. He narrowed his view and concentrated. Letter M. 

Hope M is for her not for someone else, he thought.

But what if M is not for her. Or what if its for someone, someone special. Something weird ached in his left side of body. Don't know what was it. But it was definitely caused by that M.

Should he be worried? Should he find the secret about M? Does it matters? Its been just two days, he knew her. Can't even say he knew her. Correct version is, he just saw her. Then why this ache? Why this anxiety?

Something is changing.

"What are you thinking?" Sam broke.

"Nothing." looked at Sam "I am thinking nothing." replied and tried to be casual.

"Listen and look at me. Do i look like fool or moron or something like that?" asked Sam again.

"Wh.. what?.... Why?"

"Okay, Maybe I look like member of fools, but I must tell you. I AM NOT." Looking straight in the eyes of the boy.

"But why are you even saying this?" 

"Well, its just because you were thinking but when I asked you said you didn't. I knew, you were but somehow you tried to hide your thinkingness and lied. Or maybe you thought Sam is fool, if I will say I wasn't thinking. He will believe and will stop his silly questions. So the moral of the story is you were thinking but you preferred lie. That lead me to ask you that DO I LOOK LIKE A FOOL?" Sam took deep and long breath.

That was long.

"Okay." Sigh. "I was thinking." Boy surrendered.

"Good." Sam, excited "What?" raised eyebrow naughtily. 

"I was thinking...." Boy started.

"I knew you were thinking." Sam cut. He was not even looking at the Boy. His eyes centred towards something invisible. "People look at me and assume that I am a moron. But I am not." He kept going. "I can say when a person is thinking or not. That's me, yeah, that's me. I can read people." He look at the boy who was saying something when he was cut by Sam. "Don't look at me or don't distract me. I want to read other. There are lots of subjects around me." Then he started describing about others. The boy, helpless. He couldn't follow what Sam was saying but still followed.

"Look at that boy with Black and White T-shirt. The way he is talking in mobile, looks nervous and little horrified. He definitely talking to his parents." Sam and the boy looked.

Fact : That boy in Black and White T shirt, had a problem with his speakers and he was just checking it.

"Now look at that girl with specs, The way she is searching her bag, she is searching her lipsticks. Coz if you look closer at her lips, you will notice slight colour change in her lips." Sam said and The boy observed. There was a slight colour change in her lips. The boy impressed.

Fact : She was searching her pen and as far as that change is concern it was like a birth mark, nothing lipstick thing.

"That's impressive." The boy praised. Sam felt proud of himself.

"Now, look at her" Sam pointed the same girl, the boy was thinking about.

The boy was curious.

"She is" Sam was about to describe his thought on her just then door opened and professor came.

Shit. Sam said.

Damn. Boy said.

Everyone stood up.

"Good morning, class." 

"Very good morning, sir." Echo.With extra very and sir.

"Why he good morning-ed class? It should be us. He should say good morning, students. Class didn't pay his salary, we do." Irritated and angry Sam said.

Class Started.

Professors came and went.

Day was finally over.

Everyone left.

Boy's mind was still stuck at M.