A Bitter Sweet Romantic Weekend-The Love Begins...

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I still can't forget the evening when I returned to the university hostel after a shopping with my friends at Ansal Plaza, New Delhi. A shiver goes through my spine as I think of the feeling that I had experienced at that time. Was it fear, guilt, panic, rebellion or mere sadness? As I approached the hostel gates, I saw a black Esteem parking outside and my parents stepping out from that. It was hardly one week since they had left me at the hostel and gone back to Chandigarh. I smelled the danger.

Let me take to the year 2001, the time prior to my admission into Delhi University. I was in the last year of my graduation at Indraprastha College For Women. It was a relaxed day and my parents were away from home to their publishing firms. I was trying my hands on the computer and visiting the chat rooms to kill my time. Then a name hit my eyes. 'Aban' I knew that the name meant 'waters'. I just typed a 'Hi' The response came after some time "Hello" It all started there!

We started to spend more time on chat together. At first it was all about books and literature. We didn't even bothered to ask the typical 'asl' as one used to do in a chat with the stranger. Then once we started to discuss the personal details, I came to know that Aban is a i Engineering student at Ali Ahmed Shah University College, in Mirpur.

Our chatting discussions took a new turn then. For both of us it was a sheer fascination to know more about the culture, people and life at a country, which is known as the archrival of their mother country. Slowly we started to discuss the about family, friends and our own feelings. Born and brought up in the country, both of us shared a strong bonding with our own nations. His parents were reputed doctors in his district and just like me he also had a sister and brother.

The conversation developed to a new realm even when we didn't want it. Romantic sparks started to pop up from our chat and then an intense feeling to meet each other. We resisted the feeling for a long time believing that we are trying to create a havoc that might be incurable. However as we had already fallen into the magical charm of love and an escape was impossible!

In the mean time I got an admission for Post Graduation at Delhi University. Aban decided to come there for a weekend. I was literally shivering when my parents left me at the hostel and left on a fine Monday in 2002. The semester was due to begin for one more week and I excused staying back for knowing the campus better. The four days dragged like a snail.

Saturday morning, I got the call! I was listening to the sound that I craved to fall in my ear for almost a year. 'Aban', he said! "I'm at 'The Qutab.' Can I come and pick you now?" I was speechless. I mumbled a 'yes' and started to pack my things. I lied to my roommates that my cousin is coming to pick me. I stepped out of the hostel and started waiting for the familiar face of the stranger.