A lonely thursday evening! Part 2: The reality!

Friday
For all you guys thinking that this was a dream, well I too thought of it to be the same. But then, I knew it was reality the moment I looked at my cell and just to find the most pleasant thing, one of the sweetest message ever and yes it was from Sania!
But before I could actually express the sweet pain caused by cupid’s arrow piercing my heart, I was forced to do things I always believed weren’t necessary, yes I am talking about brushing and a shower. Soon me and my friends were driving around the city from DC (Death Centre as we call it) to the beautiful Rajouri Garden, beautiful because it attracts a lot of beautiful girls! After a never ending discussion we ended up at defcol (Defence Colony) and still the major question remained unanswered – Where do we dine! It was a friend’s birthday treat. Amazingly he was treating us as he was growing older, I feel that’s stupidity.
I might suddenly sound like some nerd now, but despite all the abusing and criticizing the faculty for almost killing us with his boring lectures on management, you sometimes just can’t help learning things and now was the time for the practical implementation of an important concept: Division of Labour. Six of us in groups of two each were all set to find a restaurant which would match all our needs and that certainly was hypothetical so we settled for MOETS after a 45 minute search. My friends said we wasted a lot of time but to me it was nothing.
No, I do not like going into restaurants and coming out without eating, it’s just that I was on call with Sania all the time so I never realised time was flying! Sania, my new crush or was it more than that....I was sure it was love, friends were sure I am nuts. Sania told me of her sudden plan to Bangalore and that she already had her bags packed and was leaving in an hour. Soon the call was over, the lunch too (at 1730 hrs).
She was on train, me in Maruti Suzuki’s best creation ever – Swift. The woofer was rocking, the beats were amazing, my friends were singing and I was wondering. I was lost in her thoughts, wondering whether she likes me or am I just another guy. Soon I was back home, I tried calling her but couldn’t get through. I kept trying but it was switched off. I have no idea how many times I tried and when I fell asleep. All I knew was I was thinking, thinking about her but this time the thoughts were no longer beautiful. Is she avoiding me? Is she fine?....ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
Two days passed by and yet no call from her. Almost all my friends tried to cheer me up without knowing the reason. A good friend realised it was ‘ladki ka chakkar’. He talked me out and his reaction...well....’Bro, facebook????? You just met her on facebook and fell for her?? You gotta be kidding me’
No one understood my pain. Everytime I received a text message I expected it to be her, everytime my phone screamed ‘Roop tera mastaana...’ I wanted it to be her. I couldn’t eat or sleep, nor could I focus on the other things in life. I was online on facebook 24x7 but she was missing. The pain in my heart was not just the maximum until devil showered his ‘blessings’ on me. She blocked me on her facebook account. I was almost into tears when I saw this. I wrote senti poems and updated them as my status. Calls from everyone who read my status were avoided, the music was repeating and looping between just a few songs. ‘Tune mere jaana....emptiness’ suddenly had a deeper meaning and was the best thing on earth now. Vodka (though in very small quantity) also got a chance to meet its lost friend, in simple words I was in Devdas mode...And lemme make it very clear that it was Devdas not Dev D!
The longest Sunday ever was finally over and I was asleep. Monday had arrived, classes were still on and I was attending them in the most dormant state possible. It was 1500 hrs, the faculty was explaining how to fool the tax authorities and my phone vibrated. An unknown number, I had to receive it, as somehow this stupid heart of mine was poking me saying ’its her, its her’. I managed to sneak out of the class and dint bother if I was noticed while doing so. I answered it.