Just checked the clock its 9.30 am. About 10 years ago this time meant something. Yes it would mean that the countdown for our freedom had begun. The last lecture would end at 10.15 am and then we would be finally free for the day. This is the story about two nut cases. One is myself , a just an average girl (more into books and John Abraham) and the Super Hot Babe of the College Shati (Swati). She was a hot babe to all those who didn't know her and to those who knew her she was just another guy.
Swati is a really Hot Babe even today so you can imagine what she was about 10 years ago. Our first meeting was really strange. She had joined the college late by a couple of weeks and lectures for BMM had already started. She just came and sat besides me and I was like Hi and the lecture began. After a couple of mins two guys behind us (I dont want to name u guys here), started talking basically about Shati and were trying to get to talk to her. The murmuring irritated me to no extent, finally I got up and shouted at the guys during the lecture and also complained to the prof. Finally those guys got thrown out and from there began our journey of friendship.
WE did every crazy possible thing. Before each other we were like literally transparent. We would share the darkest secrets and also our wishes. She is an amazing cook who would bring yummy aloo parathas for tiffin which I would eat the max. I was like the scholar student and every other person wanted to pair up with me because that would mean their scores would automatically increase but Shati didn't like it. I still remember how she had fought with one particular professor and the entire class because she had paired me with a guy. Shati had insisted that chits be drawn and then the pairs for assignments should be made but to her bad luck she had even lost it then.
Talking about Assignments, once we had to do an assignment on different types of magazines. While browsing through the magazines Shati quietly picked up one magazine because the cover photo had two really smoking hot guys and smilingly showed it to me. Curiosity increased to find out more because we rarely found such good looking guys on magazine covers those days. Just flipping across a couple of pages we realized it was a Gay Magazine. We both just threw the stack of magazines in our hands and just ran away red faced. I still cant control my laughter when I think of this incident.
Throughout the three years of our college, Shati fell in love every other week (with liking one guy constantly from then till now) and I was a really crazy about John Abraham. Once Shati came to us and asked us in her typical style "Kya tum log jaante ho ki Borivali hi Hot babe kaun hai". The guys were so excited to know about the new Hot Babe and Shati answered "Mere area ki Hot babe main hi hoon". The look on the face of Raj and Nirav were worth a million bucks.
Our stories are never ending but all I want to tell you is I love you and I still miss you babe. Even though we are technically neighbours now. So let's rock again and start turning people crazy.