Friday, 28 March 2014
The hall was beaming with enthusiasm filled in with students who were too busy arranging for the Pooja ( festival ) to be held after some time .
Someone was tying up flowers , someone decorating the stage while one was placing the cut fruits on plates to be served and some other busy dialing the caterer’s number who had to arrive half an hour before but was already late .
Like everyone else she was also busy with the task assigned by seniors to ensure her name in their good book , when her eyes fell on an unknown face watching her painting keenly put on the college activity board .
“ Shruti “ called her friend introducing her to that unknown face, “So , are you the artist “ he asked with a mild grin .
She nodded in approval completely unaware that her favorite painting would tie up the artist and the admirer as companions for life one day .
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