Vinayak and I had each other’s numbers (no big deal) and we’d usually text each other asking how the day went, or telling what’s new on either end. He even wished me luck for my exam, each day (no big deal, again). I felt more than glad to share my day to day business with someone. It felt like, I found an alter ego in a place like IIT.
The day my minor exams got over, the girls of my hostel decided to go to Select City Walk, Saket. But somehow, the plan didn’t go down well with two-three chicks. It broke my heart because I was overly excited to go to Mad Over Donuts, who serve the best donuts in town. But we couldn’t go. And it made me sad.
I was talking to Vinayak on texts. And he told me he was at a café in Saket. So I texted him,
Me: I guess you have M.O.D. at Saket, right?
Vinayak: I guess, yes. It must be on the third level.
(I, yet, have no idea why I said that, so abruptly and out of the blue )
Vinayak: Sure, how many?
(I had already begun to dance around, yay)
Me: Get two choco-bomb and the rest 4 of your choice.
Vinayak: I’ll give you a call when I reach IIT. You can take them from me, then.
Me: Thank you so so so much! :D
And no words can describe the joy I felt at the thought of having donuts. It was out of bounds. Damn, it had been more than fifteen days since I had those delicious donuts which chocolate dripping down your lips. Those soft, warm and sugary donuts which could make you feel as awesome as having an orgasm. An indulgence with no strings attached and no qualms whatsoever. Pure indulgence…!
Take a look at them, and if you’ve never tried them, then you should very well consider yourself a waste of life.
At 9.30 in the night, he gave me a call, asking me to come over at the main gate. It was pouring heavily. But I didn’t care to think twice. I ran all the way from my hostel to the main gate of institute all drenched, with my hair open. There Vinayak stood, with donuts in one of his hands and ice cream in the other. I didn’t know what to adore more, the donuts or the man who brought them. Well, I did give him a hug, awkwardly, precisely because I was so overwhelmed at having donuts.
He and I roamed around for a while and then walked down to the wind-tunnel. It was drizzling. I was getting tingles in my stomach. I so wanted to walk my arm in his, but I couldn’t. Maybe I was shy, timid or… Just confused. Anyway, we sat at the wind-tunnel and had donuts. The occasional brush of his skin against mine. The glint in his eyes when he talked about anything under the sun. The feeling that I’d known him for over ages. The ease with which i could talk to him, I could never fathom what was it that drew me towards him. Surprisingly, even though i fancied him so much, I was always myself. I did not change my behavior around him to impress him or whatsoever. We sat there for quite a long time. Finally, at about midnight, he walked me down to my hostel. I could count this among one of those many romantic moments I’ve spent with him.
Oh how I hated to part, how I wished I could stay with him and talk to him, know him better. Well, this was how it began. I could find myself drawn to him every second I spent with him. It was like, madness. And I did not wish it to stop, ever.
PS – HE paid for the donuts. I never paid him back, though i kept promising to.
PPS – For all those people wondering what wind-tunnel at IIT is, take a look
Its just a passage, where the wind blows whatever be the season. Quite a place to hang out at, especially in sweltering summers.