In the hilly areas of Shimla,a prestigious college "ST MARTIN'S COLLEGE" stood, it was a 200 acres college , colored red,blue and white.The best thing about the college was there was a lot of place for lovers,the campus was huge,the library was big enough to give a private room to every reader and to the lover's which had couples lined up on the wooden chairs, a big canteen area with lots of delicacies, rajma chawal was the speciality of the canteen ,which was only made on Thursday's , a big line could be easily spotted on Thursday's which started at 12 pm and went on till 9pm at night.
There was no dress code in the college so there were all opportunities for girl's to show off their dresses. The hostels of girls and boys were facing each other,with separate balcony for each room, the girl's hostel were painted red while the boy's hostel were painted blue.It was a great view to see when the girl's came out in the balcony and the guys lined up in their balcony just to have a single sight. .In that aroma of love,jealousy ,crushes,infatuation among the girls and boys ,was blossoming a great friendship in the second last year of college of four friends Kriti,Pankhuri,Veer,Hamid. They were like best buddies who went for parties,hanging out in college,playing truth n dare,making fun of whatever they found,there was a long list of bills at various canteens of the college.
But the best adda of their meeting was Rock Street,which was situated at the most busiest place of the
city,where there were long sessions of hukka,cigarettes,bear,vodka.Rock street had a kind of different aroma,it wasn;t like any other cafe,it was a jehad's supporter
cafe.the walls of the cafe were filled with saying on the pastured walls"Seen it all, done it all, can’t remember most of it",It’s been lovely but I have to scream now",Mess With The Best,Die like the rest!!!.
The lights were always dim and a big LCD was kept at the front end with many chairs and tables lined up in a messy way,the crowd was awesome ,no one cared what was happening around, people were busy making circles with the smoke sucked out of hukka, checking out the girls n guys having beer...there was a personal cabin for couples,which was never free, either there were reservations or it was always occupied ,having a glass partition which showed the outer view but no one was able to peep inside.
The buddies were like the best of each other, they were inseparable.They shared every thing from what was hot those days to the best girl in college with a best smile,
most flirtatious one etc.kriti was a south Indian beauty,curly hairs,her eyes were big ,always khloed,added a lip gloss as a touch up .She was simple in her attire but her simple beauty defined her best ,also known as "senorita" as her eyes spoke everything whatever she wanted the other person to understand,there was a charm about kriti that she didn't had to work or worry hard to get some work done, an extrovert by nature .Her ambition was everything to her but Hamid could do anything for his friends,a big flirt,he was available even at odd hours,bole toh dost kae liye kuch bhi karega,he was the most smartest in the group in all terms whether it was studies, girls,or manipulating people.he had four girlfriends and all were of same batch but of different branches of study.Hamid acquired his skills from his dad, who was a Casanova of his times, but his mother was equally irritable, she always taunted Hamid for joining his father's business but Hamid had other plans to open a restaurant of his own so he took admission in the far away college.
.Kriti and Hamid were different kind of friends , they never had same thoughts ,there was always a clash in their views but at the end one Pepsi would work wonders.there was a pact between the four if one of them had to make others agree on their view, Pepsi was the way out"pepsi kae liye kuch bhi karega".Veer was the richest n the most spoilt one,The "Bigdi aulad"as was addressed by his friends ,he was the king of the group but Pankhuri was the bandit queen .All what was missing in the group of these youngsters was filled by pankhuri, she was a punjaban.Her every sentence started with "teri maa ki...,bhains ki aankh...",but one thing that justified her act was she was a single mother child.Her stubborn nature never let anyone see what was runnin inside her mind.No one in the group was ever able to read her mind as she was like kurkure chatpata,full of surprises,you never know how she would react. She had a strict father with a working mother ,in her childhood she was never allowed to step out of the house alone,she was always accompanied with a cousin brother who lived at their home(came for further studies) or by her father who was usually not available due to work.her father expired after four years of her class 8th exams due to a long term disease.
All this was friendship but after five years things were not the same,there was rock street, the same college with new students,same canteens but the four of them were not together anymore......something has happened that shook each one's life.....something that would question friendship...
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