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Chapter 4<- Link A story of a friend...by a friend... The unknown number pulled every single nerve out of Mridul’s body or was he just just over reacting at that point of time, no one could have told.  ‘Who can it be at this point of time?’ thought Mridul before picking up the phone. “Hello! May I know who is there on the line” he asked. “Hey! It’s me Malvika” a known voice came from the other side. “Oh hi! Malvika, I am honored on hearing your voice” the tone was sarcastic and he was more interested in his parents conversation. “Why are you so rude? Anyway give me Parth’s mobile number” the vexation could be noticed in her voice. Without any salutation Mridul cut the phone and sent her Parth’s number. ‘Why the heck she needs his number now, when everything is over’ he thought, though his eyes were fixed to his parents conversation and he was watching it from the edge of the semi closed room's door. He felt helpless and decided to go back ...

Chapter 2<-Link A Story of a Friend..by a Friend “Mamma I am home, really tired…taking a short nap” said Mridul and went straight to his bedroom. “ B eta! Khaana tyaar hai …have it na” yelled his mother from kitchen, telling Mridul that food was ready. Mridul was already inside his room. Hours passed and he didn’t come out of his room. “I don’t know why he is behaving like this, he is spoiling home’s atmosphere” said his mother with lots of concern and anger at same time. “Why are you complaining this to me, how would I know what has happened to him? He never shares anything with me.” argued his father, while changing the channel of television. “It’s of no use to talk to you and him, you both are screwing up my life” asserted his mother and went to fetch a glass of water for Mr. Gupta. Mridul was listening to the conversation of his parents, when suddenly his mobile phone rang... *Chapter 4 coming up

The call had struck some chord in her heart and only blues could be heard. “Hello...ya speak up” she said while sobbing and her nose as wet as her cheeks. ‘She looks more beautiful in wet cheeks’ tickled my mind; ‘shut up! A girl is crying and you still searching for beauty factors?’ my heart was quick to response. But her voice and conversation suddenly seemed to be more interesting then the stupid conversation between my Mr. Evil Mind and Mr. Angel Heart. “So...was it m fault? Did I tell you...but...but...” the anger could be sensed on her prickly nose while eyes tried to overshadow it. “Excuse me...it wasn’t me who kissed that girl in front of everybody...it was you...you bloody pervert!” she tried to say it as low as she can, still managing her angry tone. “What? Shut up please...I don’t wanna talk to you.” And she disconnected the call. She saw here and there to check whether somebody noticed her or not. My eyes were still stuck on her and my mouth opened as if I ...

I was walking to my station in the freaking hot day after finishing one of the worst practical I ever faced. It was the first time that I was not able to convince my lecturer about what I said. I was feeling ashamed of calling myself an engineer as it is taught to us- “ If you can’t convince confuse them. ” Glucon-D hoarding was providing me the cool shelter for last five minutes as there was no sign of my vehicle, which would carry me to metro station. While waiting for my ‘wheel on palace’ (sic), my pupil sensitized my retina with a group of people carrying a dead body and chanting the name of god for the corpse soul’s peace. It was not the first time I had seen a dead body but it was the first time for my mind was feeling the pain of bad practical and could match the wavelength with it. The soreness of bad practical exam was overshadowed by their moaning. While men were chanting out loudly “Ram Naam Satya Hai” , women were crying and seeing their mother cry small kids could no...

My internal exams were going on, but I was much more interested in the thirty first chapter I was writing for my first novel. The title is not known nor was the syllabus for any subject. For me it didn't even matter as I was already out of the ‘rat race’. I duped my mind that studying a day before exam is just like running for the flight which has already boarded. Though I have been competitive from my childhood and the word ‘losing’ never existed for me but winning for me meant EXCELLENCE before SUCCESS. I was travelling in metro rail and was as usual was busy thinking about my novel when I overheard two juniors standing next to me. Guy 1 (Head down, droplet of sweat on his forehead): “I need at least 70 percent marks to sit in for placement; otherwise my father will kill me.” Guy 2 (Taking deep breath while eyes fixed at the women’s compartment): “Ya you are damn correct buddy...what the hell man, the AC is not working in here.” Guy 1 (Showing his con...