This is a story of love, of passion, of temptation, of betrayal, of sorrow, of denial....... But most of all, this is a story of lust!In a classroom filled with students he noticed only her, she noticed only him. Her bashfulness, his apprehension and a common fear of the unexplored prevented their gazes from meeting. He made the first move. She was waiting for it. He was all she hoped he was. She was errr.. Well.. Somewhere there. This had the makings of the perfect clichéd love story.
The flowers, the chocolates, the midnight messages, the kissing smilies (:-* for the uninitiated), the "you keep the phone down first"s, the endless mushy talk.......
It lasted for some time. Six years to be precise.
He thought he had done everything right. He thought she was his and he was hers. Together they would laugh, cry, fight and love. Together they would live their lives. He thought they were forever.
But the perfect clichéd love story was not to be.
She soon left him for another........
Every night he lies in bed and stares at the ceiling. Wondering where he had failed. Other than the auto rickshaw, what did Babban have that he didn't?
