"Hey, what is all this mess you have created" his mom screamed at him when she entered the room."Nothing mom" he replied."So why this mess?" . "Found it!"there was a sudden happiness on his face after hours of grim look that he gave to every one around him.
"I want your room clean in an hour.Do you understand that?"
"I am already late for college."
He put the picked bag and put the dairy int it and left for college.There was hustle going on in the college as it was going to be annual day in the college.So lot of preparation where going on for that day. People were practicing their stuff which they were going to practice. A slow song was being played with mixture of other sound. But that all was not enough to get him out of his thought to be a author someday and getting invited for such function as a guest like Likhit Kumar the famous author whom he idolize.
"Hey Kaatib, Over here buddy." this voice brought him back to real world. He turned around to find Rahul his best friend.
"So why in the world are you standing in in from of ladies toilet."
Everyone was looking at him. "Come on let go." get caught Rahul by should his hand and moved out form the feeling embarrassed.
"So what happened about the book you were planing to write."
"Still not able to find a something good to write about."
"Let me suggest something. You can write something like those hindi novels Dost bana Bhoot."."Shut up keep your idea with yourself.Lets go to classroom."
It was going to be literature class which he don't want to miss at any cost. Rahul hated it but sat in lecture only for his friend. Professor Kaatib seems to understand
"To find a inspiration to write you need to look inside your self as well as your surrounding. if you can understand What this two things are to each other you will find a inner sense and your inspiration for writing the masterpiece you want to write."
She was feeling very uncomfortable about going going to a new college in a new city. But this was her life father being a government officer was on a constant transfer from one city to other.
She was feeling very uncomfortable about going going to a new college in a new city. But this was her life father being a government officer was on a constant transfer from one city to other. No friend no permanent place to live to which she can say that this is my home. Each time she leave one city she would feel one part of her is gone. This was her first day in the college. New people again new effort to make new friends.
"Can you please tell me where FY BMM class is?" she asked to the peon.
"On the first floor Room No 5.""
She took the staircase for the first floor. There was already one lecture going on the professor was explaining something. The professor saw her and allowed her into the class.
"Wo dekh teri inspiration." Rahul whispered to Kaatib.
Kaatib was already looking at her.
"Students this your new classmate. Her name is Shree."
Shree took the first seat in the row.
Kaatib never lost a moment of her.
"Never seen a girl in your life." Rahul teased him.
"Shut up. Did you see her how sacred see looks. looks like she as seen monster. "
After the class they saw Shree sitiing alone in the canteen. They tiught this is the right time to talk to her.
“Hi you are the new girl to BMM.”
“Yes” Shree replied.
“I am Rahul. I am in the same class as you. This is Kaatib.the great writer.”
Kaatib gave a angry look at Rahul. And looked at Shree who was looking at her with a smile.
"Don't listen to him he is joking."
"You are in cateen and not having anything let me order something for you would you like tea or coffee." Rahul ordered tea for three and sat along with Shree.
"You know Kaatib wants to ask you something. Can you become his inspiration."
"What! Are you are talking about?"
"You know painters have models by seeing them they paint,so you can be his model for her writing."
"What rubbish" Shree stood up and left the canteen. Kaatib who was at the counter saw her leaving with a angry look on her face.
"What did you say her she looked so upset."
"Nothing.Looks like she don't like people."
That night at home Kaatib could not stop thinking about Shree. He never Rahul might have said something that made her upset and for that he was already not happy with him. he would always create this kind of trouble but was a good guy by heart. Kaatib saw the diary which he was searching in daytime in is bag. And decided to write something in it as the hard work for searching it should not go vain. So he wrote.
She came like a drizzle..
Went like a hurricane...
I wish would get wet in that rain.
Even if if dark in the rain..
I found the bright light