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Dakshina had been messaging Lion Hearted with casual “hellos” and “hais” for the past few days. Each text felt like a small gesture, a tentative step towards something she wasn’t entirely sure of yet.
The day began with her usual college routine. As she entered Professor Nithesh Rajpurohit’s classroom, her usually tidy appearance was marred by her disheveled hair. The professor, known for his strict demeanor, didn’t waste a moment.
“Dakshina,” he called out sharply, “do you need a reminder of the dress code? Tying your hair is not optional; it's part of maintaining a professional appearance. Are you here to become a doctor or a crazy Maddy?”
Dakshina, already in a mood from the early morning rush, could only nod, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Sorry, Professor. I’ll fix it,” she muttered, trying to hold back her irritation.
The rest of the class seemed to blend into a haze of disinterest until Madhu, her close friend, appeared. Madhu had a knack for brightening up even the gloomiest of days. With a mischievous grin, she handed Dakshina a Snickers bar.
“I figured you might need a pick-me-up after the Professor’s pep talk,” Madhu said, her eyes twinkling with camaraderie. “Here, chocolate always helps.”
Dakshina accepted the chocolate with a grateful smile, her mood lifting just a fraction. Thanks, Madhu. Even though you are crazy about boyfriends you are a real aid!
Madhu kicked her ass.
The day wore on, and as evening approached, Dakshina returned to the hostel. She noticed an unpleasant odor wafting through the corridors. Curiosity and a hint of apprehension led her to check her room, but the smell seemed to be coming from somewhere else.
She decided to head straight to the communal bathroom for a much-needed shower. As she entered the bathroom, she heard a couple of girls talking animatedly.
“You won’t believe what happened last night!” one of them exclaimed. “I walked in on my roommate and her boyfriend—let’s just say it was more than a little steamy. Rumors are like they were naked and curled up”
Dakshina, trying to ignore their conversation, focused on getting ready for her shower. The room was warm and steamy, a small oasis of comfort. She let the hot water wash away the grime of the day, her thoughts drifting back to her messages in ZoZo.
“Why do I always feel like I’m on the brink of something, but never quite there?” she mused aloud, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
Cold water dripped every inch of her body making the soap bubbles to splash off to the floor. Long mirror fixed in the bathroom showed her half body till the hip with half portion that covered by soap stains. She took the shampoo and conditioner but put back as she hadn't had a mood to bear the cold water anymore. She took the towel punched it to her hairs and tied it up right. Took the yellow kameez and wore it.
As she turned off the shower, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her day might have been rough, but there was still a spark of something in her eyes—determination, perhaps, or just the hope that things would get better.
Returning to her room, the smell had dissipated, and she sank into her bed, her phone in hand. She called her ma, and the usual talk of sadness drenched the room, complaining about the hostel food and longing for mother's food.
This weekend I'm going to take a train to Punjab ma, this place is not suiting me well even after a year; Dakshina cried loud.
after an hour of call, the buzzling stopped and she took her phone. She opened ZoZo and logged in. Someone new other than @Lion_Hearted.
A name @criss cross appeared, a person who works in bank, little stressed yet charming and lovable. First hi emerged.
to be continued..................
Dr Dear
Dakshina had been messaging Lion Hearted with casual “hellos” and “hais” for the past few days. Each text felt like a small gesture, a tentative step towards something she wasn’t entirely sure of yet.
The day began with her usual college routine. As she entered Professor Nithesh Rajpurohit’s classroom, her usually tidy appearance was marred by her disheveled hair. The professor, known for his strict demeanor, didn’t waste a moment.
“Dakshina,” he called out sharply, “do you need a reminder of the dress code? Tying your hair is not optional; it's part of maintaining a professional appearance. Are you here to become a doctor or a crazy Maddy?”
Dakshina, already in a mood from the early morning rush, could only nod, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Sorry, Professor. I’ll fix it,” she muttered, trying to hold back her irritation.
The rest of the class seemed to blend into a haze of disinterest until Madhu, her close friend, appeared. Madhu had a knack for brightening up even the gloomiest of days. With a mischievous grin, she handed Dakshina a Snickers bar.
“I figured you might need a pick-me-up after the Professor’s pep talk,” Madhu said, her eyes twinkling with camaraderie. “Here, chocolate always helps.”
Dakshina accepted the chocolate with a grateful smile, her mood lifting just a fraction. Thanks, Madhu. Even though you are crazy about boyfriends you are a real aid!
Madhu kicked her ass.
The day wore on, and as evening approached, Dakshina returned to the hostel. She noticed an unpleasant odor wafting through the corridors. Curiosity and a hint of apprehension led her to check her room, but the smell seemed to be coming from somewhere else.
She decided to head straight to the communal bathroom for a much-needed shower. As she entered the bathroom, she heard a couple of girls talking animatedly.
“You won’t believe what happened last night!” one of them exclaimed. “I walked in on my roommate and her boyfriend—let’s just say it was more than a little steamy. Rumors are like they were naked and curled up”
Dakshina, trying to ignore their conversation, focused on getting ready for her shower. The room was warm and steamy, a small oasis of comfort. She let the hot water wash away the grime of the day, her thoughts drifting back to her messages in ZoZo.
“Why do I always feel like I’m on the brink of something, but never quite there?” she mused aloud, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
Cold water dripped every inch of her body making the soap bubbles to splash off to the floor. Long mirror fixed in the bathroom showed her half body till the hip with half portion that covered by soap stains. She took the shampoo and conditioner but put back as she hadn't had a mood to bear the cold water anymore. She took the towel punched it to her hairs and tied it up right. Took the yellow kameez and wore it.
As she turned off the shower, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her day might have been rough, but there was still a spark of something in her eyes—determination, perhaps, or just the hope that things would get better.
Returning to her room, the smell had dissipated, and she sank into her bed, her phone in hand. She called her ma, and the usual talk of sadness drenched the room, complaining about the hostel food and longing for mother's food.
This weekend I'm going to take a train to Punjab ma, this place is not suiting me well even after a year; Dakshina cried loud.
after an hour of call, the buzzling stopped and she took her phone. She opened ZoZo and logged in. Someone new other than @Lion_Hearted.
A name @criss cross appeared, a person who works in bank, little stressed yet charming and lovable. First hi emerged.
to be continued..................
Dr Dear
