It all started in Presidency College. The first kiss, the first bout of anger, the first getting wet in the rain. Shreya and Srijan loved what they had.
They loved being in love, cuddly, cosy and always into each other. They were the sort, who were outcasted from society due to their "coupletiness" . They existed in a world segregated from friends, family. They were mesmerised by each other, in a sense they started living in a virtual world that they created, until one day when Srijan went abroad.
He realised the potential of being alone, of creating for himself, for the joy which he didn't know could come from sheer self indulgence. He realised the matters if the heart blunts the brain, cripples it, makes it focus on things which need lesser attention. He realised that the relationship though beautiful was a hindrance. He realised that the world is a vast place and "perfect" can't lie within one....
Years went by and things changed. No one knew about each other and yet both were happy in their own regards.
Life as it seems didn't change at all. 6 years later Srijan came back to Kolkata. He needed a few books and despite all his quests: the online stores didn't help. He knew where to get it from, College Street. The Boi para was the Epicentre of anything made of paper. He was excited deep inside, finally he could see could go back in time..........
'Rajiv', shouted Srijan, his driver was prompt in attendance. " Ei boi gulo Ektu niye esho aajkei ... Ami likhe dicchi, National e dekho, na Pele second hand dokaan gulo te...." "Ami Chini, ekhuni jaachi! " responded Rajiv. Srijan smiled and handed him a 1000 rupees, ""beshi deri korish na", he said.
Srijan couldn't go to college street alone anymore. He was scared. Scared of memories, of the past.
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