Love and heartbreaks - part 7

Everyone danced to the tunes of Lady Gaga. She observed their moves. They danced well and knew what they were doing. They were all professional except one- Mohit! He tried to copy everyone's moves and failed miserably. He goofed up with the steps of his own which looked like as if a clown was dancing.

She knew it from the time she had seen him in her class. He was here for her. " How sweet ?", she thought.  Few minutes later she discarded those thoughts away. "Sweet! Bullshit! He's just flirting with you. Boys will be boys! I have to get him away from him. Yes! I will send him to Ali!", she thought.

She had enough of love and it's added miseries. Now she didn't want to get into that mess again. The only focus was dance to her. She wanted to concentrate on her upcoming program without any distraction. And he was a distraction.

She stopped her students in between their routine. "Guys! I am impressed to see your moves. I must say that I have learnt few steps and I would like to learn a lot from you." She looked at him. He was smiling at her sheepishly. She asked them to take break for few minutes before they could start.

As the students moved out of the class, she walked towards him. He seemed very excited at her sight. " Hey! So you joined my dance institute! That's great.", she said , scolding herself for being too sweet. "Yeah! I heard that you are good dancer teacher from popular source.", he replied.

She smiled and said, " Vert funny ! Why did you join the ' advanced class'? ", she asked, trying not sound amused. " Oh is this advanced class? Didn't I dance well. ", he counter questioned her. She tried not to laugh but she couldn't control herself."You know the beats but your forms are weak. I am sorry to say this. You suck at it. I advice you take some basic lessons from Ali. He's very good teacher.", she said politely. He was disappointed to know that he was being shifted. He felt even more annoyed that he wouldn't get to spend time with her.

(To be continued)

Love and heartbreaks - part 6

Lady Gaga played in the background while everyone looked stunned. It was supposed to be jazz dance class and not freestyle one. There were few giggles but it stopped when they saw the stern look on their teacher's face.

How dumb she could be? And all this was because of that uy. Why did he come on the first place? If he had come for forgiveness, then he would be disappointed because she was in mood in forgiving anyone in her life for time being.

She was angry. Why was he on the first place? If he had come for forgiveness, he would be disappointed. She was in no mood to forgive anyone for time being.

She was in worst mood. However she had to pretend she was in best mood. She had learnt to bury her true emotions for very long time. Now she was master in it.

She had to come up with something to fix her mistake. "Hi, I am really glad you guys have joined the program. And I promise you that in the end of the program, you will be perfect in jazz.", she said. While she spoke about the program, she looked at him. He seemed to be lost.

She understood there was something wrong with him. She had to somehow make him realize that he was simply wasting his time. " Before we could start the basics, let's me see how well you groove. So let's begin.", she said with sly smile.

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Love and heartbreaks Part 5

Why did she do that? She cut the call before he could say anything. Holy crap! Only if he hadn’t rejected her request. But why should he feel guilty? It wasn’t on purpose. Girls and their tantrums ! They never compromise on anything. He distracted himself into other matters of life. It was waste to think about silly matters such as girls.

Everytime he shifted his mind to better things in life, he would end up thinking about her more. How could he forget his angel in yellow dress. He had to see her again. He called her again next morning just before his show began. “ Hi ! What’s miss damsel doing?”, he asked. “ I am at work! Can you call me later?”, she replied, disconnecting the call.

Ah! Shit! Another failed trial. “ Why would one be so angry at small matters like friend request being rejected? We are strangers and met only once. Weird!”, he wondered. Whatever! He got back to work and he spent rest of the evening with his friends. But he couldn’t concentrate for long on work. When he went out with his friends, he would look at his phone to see whether she had called him.

At home, an idea struck him. What if she didn’t pick his call, he could go to her workplace. Thanks to internet and social media, people could reach out to anyone from anywhere. He looked at her profile to get to know various details about her. “ Dance! Great! So she is a dance teacher”, he thought. He surfed the institute location on google map. He lay on his bed only after he drew the mission impossible.

Molly walked to her institute. It was going to be new batch of young people who aspired to discover their dancing bone. She had completed a month session with kids. It had gone successful and now she was experimenting a new age group- youth like her. She walked inside the class to greet her students. There were around twelve students in the room. Not bad! It was a good start. She looked around her students. There were five boys and eight girls.

As she looked around,she saw a familiar face. Not again! Why was he here? Was he stalking her? This was crazy! She didn’t want to get attached to love. But love seemed to never leave her alone. She wanted to leave, but couldn’t leave. She was tangled in web of not to leave or stay back. “ STAY BACK!”, her mind ordered. She walked towards the music system and played Lady Gaga’s Telephone.

( To be continued)

Love and heartbreak -Part 4

Every heartbreak story we hear, it seems like our story being told in different ways. Molly felt worse when her friends spoke about their love and heartbreaks. She did feel for them but she was tired of hearing same old thing. Sometimes she wished that she would run away to strange place where love didn’t exist or bothered anymore.

Dance was the only way that released her from the pain. She had thrown out all the memories ( books, movies and etc) that reminded of love away. She had told herself that she was never going to fall in love again. She put all her energies into dance from morning to noon. During the mornings, she would spend time teaching dance at her institute. When evenings came, she would take part in street dance competitions. She came home tired and only energy left to write her diary.

Sometimes she would open the old entries of diary to revisit the sweet memories with Randy. She didn’t understand why she did that. But she missed them terrible. Those carefree days with him would never come again. Why did he leave her? She had given him what he needed. Then why? The reason he gave was not satisfactory- she was needy. Needy!

She remembered the times when she would message or call him. Her messages would be about his welfare and what he did or not did. She would only share her problems with him because she felt comfortable with him. She felt happy and relaxed with him. If that is called needy, yes! she was needy.. needy of his affection, attention and care. But she never got that back.

She had enough of this crap and kept her book aside. She was about to turn the lights when a message triggered on her phone. She checked it even though she didn’t want to. It was Mohit! She was surprised. How the hell did he get her number? “ Hi! How did you get my number?”, she pinged him back.  In a minute, he replied, “ You said that you are popular. So I got your number from the popular source. And hey! Who publishes their phone number in Fb.”

She cursed badly at herself. She had thought that she had removed her mobile number from the facebook. She had been getting random messages lately. “ Thanks for telling me! I thought I had removed it. I will do it soon.”, she said and wishing him good night. “Wait! It is still 11:40 in night. It is still young and you are sleeping soon.”, he flirted. “I have work tommorrow. Nice talking to you”, she said  and she switched off her phone. She had enough doses of broken love and she didn’t want to face heartbreak again and get tagged again as needy or clingy.

( To be continued)

Love and heartbreaks - Part 3

Rejection is the mother of all pains. It crumbles even the strongest hopes in life. But it all matters how one takes in rejections in life. Positive way of facing them is better than running away from it. It is easy to say but impossible to put it into actions. Molly was facing the impossible thing. Her heart didn’t want to trust that he had declined her friend request.

At last she came up with a terrible fact - All the boys are the same. She looked at the yellow dress in disgust. She folded the yellow dress and tossed it inside the wardrobe where she wouldn’t find it. “ What do these guy get from hurting a girl? Why do they show signs of interest and then blow it?”, she wondered. She tried to focus her attention to dance and other activities. In the end she would get distracted towards the Randy and Mohit. Her inner self would ridicule her for taking the dress. Why? She knew she should have taken the stand and said no. Who was this Mohit? No one .. A guy who she knew for few minutes. Aggh! When will she learn that once bitten is better than being twice bitten. Ah! The love is a bee looking for a heart to ruin.

The alarm rang! It was twelve already. Mohit woke up to shrill sounds of alarm. But when he checked the time, it made him jump out of the bed. He had a show to host which was going to run on hair in an hour. Fortunately god was great in making the distance between his house and radio Youngistan headquarters shorter. He dressed up , missing bath and just brushing his teeth for refreshing himself. He had his usual two litres of milk ( Someone had advised him that if he drinks more milk, he would gain weight. He hated his thin personality.).

He was right on time as the show was going to begin. His friend Vinod was waiting with the script at corner of the control room.  He hugged him tight and whispered thanks. The show had begun while Vinod adjusted the sound and everything else while Mohit began the show. His show was all about love and problems associated with it. It was an irony for a guy like Mohit who was never serious about love to host the show. But it was amazing for him to listen to all the love problems of his listeners and the root cause of their problems was love. In the end some of his advices worked and some backfired. He was known for his practical solutions.

“ Hey Manju! How has your day been?”. he asked. “ Hi Mohit! Day is not going well! I like this girl. But she isn’t understanding. She has blocked me from social networking site as well as she is  not picking up my calls. What do I do?”, the listener shared his problem.  The only thing Mohit heard was ‘social networking site’. It hit him hard. “ Omg! That yellow dress girl! How could he forget her?”. he thought. “Hmmm.. Manju! The only advice I can give is , don’t let your girl go. Stick to her hard that she will not resist to say no.”, Mohit said animatedly.

Fortunately it was last caller. He rushed to his desk and took out his cell. He logged into facebook quickly. He checked his requests.. the one he rejected. There it was- her request. He had declined it due to his foolishness.  He thought about the yellow dress she had tried on  at the shop. She was looking pretty. He had felt bad when she had left it because it was inexpensive. When she came back, he was overjoyed and bought the dress for her. Somehow he had created a make believe story and she took it due to her sheer innocence. He had to make up with her. But how?

( To be continued)

Love and Heartbreaks - Part 2

They strolled to a nearby coffee shop. The shop wasn’t the usual high end one like Starbucks. It was a tiny shop run by family with aim to cater to young crowd. While walking to coffee shop, they got to know at least their names. They sat on the corner seat due to place constraint. The cafe was fully crowded.

Molly ordered for two chocolate milkshake after a long discussion on what to drink. The order didn’t take long to arrive. The service was quite fast and good than what they expected it to be. As she sipped the milkshake, she observed him. He was quite a looker. He had mysterious black expressive eyes. There was an endearing innocence in his face. He wasn’t neither fat nor thin. He had athletic body like the one she dreamed of. She was amazed by the excitement he had when he spoke. It was like he loved the subject he spoke. Who can forget his hair?  He had medium length hair with bangs that carefully fell on his forehead. His parents had done a justice by keeping his name Mohit. His charm had attracted her like his name.

The whole time she was simply staring at him. She hadn’t paid any attention on what he spoke. How could she when such pure beauty had captured her attention? It was not so strange that Mohit had replaced Randy. Randy was past and Mohit was in. “ I am really sorry for being rude!”, he said, bringing her back to reality. “ Hmmm.. Rude! You weren’t rude.”, she said with confused look on her face. He smiled and said, “ I have been talking the whole time. I didn’t give you chance to speak. I know you girls love to talk.” She bent her face down with embarrassment.  

“ Well! It is not rude. It’s good to listen sometimes.”, she blushed. She looked at her watch. It was late for her dance practice. She grabbed her bag and left the money to be paid for the chocolate milkshake. “ Bye! I am getting late. I will see you later.”, she said hurriedly. “Hey , how do I contact you? Are you in Facebook or at least give me your number.”, he said. Her heart skipped a beat in excitement. “ I am in Facebook. Find me! I am popular.”, she said with a wink. She left him while scolding herself for her dumb wink. She prayed that he didn’t think that she was cheap.

He smiled, nodding his head in amusement. She was cute. He had never seen a girl who could make him relax as well as make his heart beat faster at the same time. He wished she could stay a bit longer. He was having great time with her. He took his phone and dialled his friend’s number. “ Hey Ranjit! Wassup! Let’s catch up! What about cricket? Perfect! Meet you at two.”, he said, walking out of cafe.

Mohit spent his afternoon , playing cricket with his friends. Later he spent his evening again with different set of friends, playing Fifa. As the night fell, he was at the club, poking fun at his friends and enjoying his six beer cans. He came home intoxicated. He fell on his bed flat. He opened the facebook application in his phone to check notification. There were series of friend requests from random people. He rejected most of them. However he took minutes to accept or reject one. It was from one girl.. the same girl he met in the morning. Due to intoxication, he rejected her request by mistake.

( To be continued)

Love and Heartbreaks- Part 1

Molly was in one of her mood swings. Her mood swings would stay for few minutes and disappear in thin air. This one was going to stay for a bit longer. In such situations, Randy was medicine to cure her back to normalcy. Only if those unfortunate minutes never happened, she wouldn’t have lost him. So she turned to everything else that she thought would bring her back from the lost state.

She watched romantic movies. But every scene reminded her of the dreadful past she spent with him. Next she tried to listen to Olly Murs  and ended up listening to Tum hi ho. The song added more fire to her emotion. She would break down. Later she stopped listening or watching anything. She opted for next big thing- Shopping!

She window shopped all the shops in every mall or bazaar. At last she found a dress of her liking. It was yellow  strapless short dress. She tried it on. It fitted her body so perfectly. She turned around to see how the dress swirled with her. “ Beautiful!” , she said. As she got out of the dress and looked at the price tag, she left it immediately. “ 1500 bugs!”, she cried. It was expensive. She walked out of shop, disappointed.

She walked into a few more shops with the yellow dress in her mind. None matched the one she had in her mind. After all the trials and lookouts, she returned back to the shop. Unfortunately the dress was already taken. She saw a young man paying for the dress. Alas! She lost her perfect dress like she lost Randy. Luck had turned bad for her. She was losing everything she wanted.

“ Hi! Are you looking for this dress?” , the same young man ( who bought the dress) said. “ Hmmm.. yes!”, she said softly. Her voice was too low for him to hear. “ You can have it!  I thought of presenting the dress for my sister. But I saw you sulking here and the way you were looking at it. I think you must have it. Please don’t say no.”, he said. She looked at him surprised. “ Thank for your gesture. I can’t take this. You paid for it.”, she protested.

He smiled and handed her the dress. “ Anyway the colour wouldn’t look good on my sister. I noticed it after paying. You can have it. Please accept it.”, he said. After a lot of protests, she accepted his offer. However she made one condition- she was going to pay for it by treating him a coffee. He agreed to her condition.

( To be continued)