It took me more than an hour to reach my college, thanks to the Saturday night traffic of the city. Most of my classmates were already present when I entered into the large auditorium of my college. The auditorium, which wore a deserted look most of the year, was bustling with huge activities today. At the far end I could see the decorated stage and our juniors giving final touches to the preparations. In the left hand corner few guys were busy with the DJ, perhaps informing him about the programmes of the evening. Mikes had been set already and the anchors of the show too were ready.
I could see my peers standing near the front rows. Everyone looked different today. Boys in suits and girls in sarees - this is not visible everyday. It was difficult to recognize most of the girls from distance due to sarees, heavy makeup and ornaments they had worn. I didn't have a slightest doubt that most of them had spent a large amount of the time at noon in the beauty parlours. Most of them were looking prettier but the same couldn't be said about the boys. As it turned out, I was not the only one who had to borrow the suit from his father. Most of the guys had done the same and so many of them were looking weird since, unlike me, their fathers' suits hadn't matched them in size as well as shape. Though few of them looked decent. A smug smile appeared on my face. I definitely looked lot better than those present there.
And then my eyes fell on her. She was standing near one of the anchors. I didn't notice it earlier since she had her back towards me. Now when she turned around, I could see her properly. All I could utter in next few seconds was 'wow'. She looked stunning in the pink saree. She had got her hair trimmed and the new style suit her very well. The spectacles were missing and so were the simple ear rings that I had seen her wearing throughout the graduation. She had applied little makeup on her face and still looked more gorgeous than Alisha - the heartthrob of our college.
I adjusted my tie and tried to wipe of any dust I would have picked up on the way. This was supposed to be our last meeting and I didn't want to sour these final moments. But, as I was about to take my first step towards her, something happened that impeded my body movement. I don't know how long I would have remained in the same position had the chief guests not arrived, bringing in a lot of clamor.
Instead of going to the front rows reserved for our batch, I settled down on one of the chairs in the back row. Slowly I turned my eyes back towards her. She was still talking and laughing heartily with him. Suddenly everything was back into my mind. My zeal went into the cold waters and I begin to curse myself for coming here.
The chief guests had taken their seats and the anchors had grabbed the mike.
'Welcome to the farewell bash of batch 2008' One of them began enthusiastically.
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