"You know what the Profo?
still called out me to do the list work of Cultural thing, I don't like it but still I've do, I'm the fucking President of that, What the hell I can do? did I asked them for the position? my internal marks are on her hands"

as I said and I realized how dumb my comment would be, it was the thousandth time saying in row of consecutive 10 days saying to Aparna...

I looked at her again, her specs keen on the music sketch on her pale paper she works on her own, Aparna and music are inseparable thing, even the black bag of guitar weights a little, she will carry it everywhere for the band she heads on...
she stopped by for me to have a chit chat in the canteen with tea...

"I'm sorry Aparna I told you many times, but still I forget" I giggled a little on my own apology to make pass the time...

"Do you feel little free, a tense less on you?" she adjusted the specs a little sharper over her eyes which nerves lines are totally visible...

I looked at her again and again, she never said me anything on my repeatations I baffle, maybe that's why I never stop that habit, maybe that's why I liked sharing me a lot to her...

"Yea Aparna Thanks!" as I said I looked down in little rush, she would never speak much, but still she never failed to understand me...

"Nithya?" she raised her voice huskly deep near my ears...

I giggled in the tickles and she said me "You are totally interesting" and confront back, her crew members were on back, she signalled them through hands, something like 'I'm-busy' gestures

I looked her again, she brushed her hair again, she does that always... her shirt of black strips with half sleeves hold up to elbow and her dirty blonde pant fits her little pony tail and her square specs...
her voice, very bolder and clear,
she doesn't had much of friends and she really unwelcome to be in...

"Library at 5?" Aparna said as she emptied the cup of tea

"For what?"

"Semester exam are on the way Madam" she bowed a little, which is funny...

"Can't Romeo, I'm busy in Cultural" I downed a disgust feel, I felt burden to work for a thing I don't wanna too, having priority in the position you don't like is not appealing but a pain...

"Nithya?"

"What?"

"What do you think I've talent on?"

"You are a funny cold blooded animal, who thinks you have voice of Harris Jayaraj" I laughed until my stomach ached to pain...Her looks back was too hilarious...

"I mean in Cultural event"

"Why you ask?"

" Just to join" She said her head scratched with a chuckle

did I heard wrong? she was the one who's force me to make her not join her in Cultural...now she asks this?

"Have you gone CRAZY?"

"Nah..."

"Why suddenly?"

"Becz you aren't there, but in this Cultural thing you will be there na?"

"just say you won't get a tutor to study" I began laughing

-- She's a year younger than me doing medical, as we study I help her a little

"it's not like that" she fight back...

"Enroll in Singing" I said

"I'm a Guitarist" her voice was lifeless

"Your own Song, your own Voice" I said stiff, and I said "Try new na, try something different" and I continued "you really compose guitar tones, and you can sing once"

"Okay, Singing done" she said Completing her notes

"Really?" my eyes Bulged a more...

"Auditorium at 5" as she said she went for her band's call


Don't know why, but her words for joining with me felt very calming
Maybe we just need a person in the hard time to be with us, it's not like the hard time never exists but to test loyal ones it comes, hard times or fake ones never lasts"

Understanding is truly beautiful...

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