A new place, new people. Same story. How do these girls around her get enough boys to have crush on? They have heard of Dravids and Beckhams. She lived with Darcys and Buttlers. She had opened her grilled windows. The doors were still locked.
Others cared? NO.
She dared? NO.
That boy of the past? He lingered. Sometimes she would give him a thought. Less because of him and more because of her own loneliness or call it lack of any other any other boy she could give a thought to. Bits and pieces of ' the teenage ' were left with her. And the fading memories of that scar, thanks to ' the teenage' .
Then she took another steps. COLLEGE. Only difference here to her school- Quantity. More number of silly girls. Higher numbers of ' not worth giving a thought ' boys. Plus another trouble. Call it " The Small Town Taboo " trouble. Let's discuss this trouble later.
There was a boy here. It felt nice to talk to him. She could talk sense and nonsense with equal ease and she was received equal amount of interest. Always. NONE what-so-ever. Or this is what she often felt.
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