DJ fall in Love

Don't Think High,Do Great.

Let us define some features that a human container is having.
It was the first day when I have joined the IIT Kharagpur as
a novice guy as far as college is concern.One girl was wandering
here and there to get attestation on some papers for registration.
I was just beside her standing ,doing necessary formalities.
She seems to be very jovial puerile kid.She came near to me
and said about her problem.I feel,she must be a gregarious
persona and having many of good friends.Although she was
erudite polyglot but preferably talking in HINDI.I was also much
comfortable with that.In one hour we became good friend.
The highest desideratum at that moment was attestion,I told
her to do self-attesttion.Fortunately,we were in same section-5.
Ishq ka parvan chadha aur.................... ,
we were making tryst with destiny.One day she was talking to
me but the glowing face was not as it was.I made several earnest
request to reveal the truth.But she remain silent.In the next
morning we met on the running track and I reiterate the same
issue ,initialy she refused but given consent to tell
the story on next day morning as we were late for morning class.
In next morning she started to tell the dour incongruous
secret of her life.13 Years before she used to be winsome
insouciant kid always throwing some PJ on somebody.Always
talking superfluously making fun with others, ascribed her
a perfect ersatz for fun.Such a adamant girl na.....
That is encumbrance for her parents to live there....hehehe...(lol)
Very insouciant for study but at the same time apposite stoic.
Her parents were in Nanital (North India), a riparian green landscape.
It was cool place salubrious for health,is reflected in her
glowing face ,I feel...His father was impecunious but his business
savvy made him a parvenu.
One day her father was coming home after watching a movie.She
was sleeping on back sit of car.Suddenly two gunman came in
front of her car and started firing till 13 rounds of fire.
She was looking at unblinkingly as if she has died before
him.There was tumultuous crowd surrounding her,trying to give
her solace.She controlled herself but lost her voice ,as
incident given her a deep impact in her mind a kind of
triskaidekaphobia.Since that incident took place
13 years before and it was 13th year after, reminding
that grusome nightmare.
She was weeping in front of me ,I gave her a backslap to remian calm.
Presently one eleemosynary institute belongs to her where
people are enjoying her father's asset but always dilatory
accomodation creates problem among them.
Anyway... I feel she is sedulous enough to edify herself to
come in this institute.Whenever I am looking at her
I lost myself, went to search some solace for her. We are
still friend and... good news is that in near future we
will become friend forever.

Main majakkkkkkkkkk nahin kar raha hoooonnnnnnnnnnnnn.
Purely A live story for KGPian going on .....

If you feel this blog is verbiage ...sorry for that
as it is not colloquial conversation...