an effort for notching the souls

 I was in my final year of engineering when I met her for the first time. I was coordinating a fest and ne eded few volunteers for the fest. She was in her first year. I went to her class and announced  about the function, and asked to volunteer for the fest. I needed One Boy and one girl with me to help me in conducting the fest. Few boys stood up to join me as volunteer and from them I selected  one. But in girl’s no one stood up. I moved my eyes through all the girls present and said to her, You  are going to volunteer me, for that fest. Few things of her made my mind to choose her. She had blue eyes and smooth tanned skin. Her figure was slim and the expressions matched with  my past crush. The last reason dominated more from the previous to choose her . She stood up as I pointed towards her. I asked her name. she replied, her name is Anisha. I did not care to ask her if she really interested in the position or not. Nor she said no to my proposal. And...

Like every time opened the Indian Polity book.   Read few lines of the chapter 59.” The public services categorizes- all India, central and state…” The January cold and the laziness demanded to cover my body with a blanket and switching to the bed from the study table. Again read few more lines of that chapter “at present there are three-all India services. They are…” Calculated the number of pages to be read, veered the pages from the reading chapter to the end. Unknown part of my body forced the eyes to close, and without any resistance and deciding to wake up with in few minutes I slept. Within seconds dreams started flowing. Dream 1- Back to the school. My JNV. At the computer lab, which used to my longing there. Where I loved to stay there. Sir has opened the CPU and is cleaning the RAM slot, I am watching at him and questing curiously. Suddenly some unknown remote switched the dream like a movie. Dream 2 I had gone to my home. And returned that day t...