She was getting drenched in the heavy rain outside the
railway station , waiting for her uncle to come . Her lucky blue Tshirt was now
hugging her tightly with her hairs clinging to her face making it hard for her
to see anything. Bad luck for her, both her hands where completely busy
gathering all those stuffs she was made to carry by her mother… the box full of
rassagullas, the puffed rice balls, some typical spices … all for her aunt
whose house she will stay for the next four years in Delhi and her huge VIP
bag. Somehow she figured some small space in the local seats for the travelers n
quietly she sat there…. Still waiting for her uncle. Suddenly a huge crowd
passed in front of her out of these there was one familiar voice calling out “DISHA!... DISHA!”. It was her
name… some one was calling out her name! pretty obvious it was her uncle down
there calling her as loud as possible…. She rushed to him n like a protective
father he guided her to his car and gave a huge explanation with an apology about
why he was late. “ Its ok mesho! I know
u have a lot of work, I could have waited for u… for a while” she smiled and he sighed pushing the gear and heading
towards Sabdurjung Enclave. Her eyes where gleaming with new hopes,new wishes
just after seeing the little of the new place . The fact that she is a small
town girl who cracked her JEE exams and stood 1st in her town which
lead to her admission in one of the prestigious colleges of the country ..IIA,
Delhi where all the topmost architecture
grad come out ….. was some what now striking
her head. In her eyes one can clearly see her high ambitions burning and many
dreams big enough to be fulfilled. That was almost a half an hour ride to her
aunts place. When she reached there , it was late evening and inside the house there was her aunt with her young cousin
sister and brother . All three waiting eagerly for Disha’s arrival. Soon , the
door creaked open and there Disha could see the house full of surprises J.
TO BE CONTINUED………
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