There is this girl , I didn't really like much. Nothing wrong ever happened between us, yet somehow her habits repelled me. Staying in the same wing , we had those initial formal "passing by" smiles, that too became an easily forgotten habit soon.
21st feb -The day of multiple bomb blasts in Hyderabad.
I was trying to sleep in my room , when I heard a Telugu voice conversing on phone outside .The voice was similar , I had heard it many times , though what i could listen now was totally different. The voice was hers, and she was crying. For some reason the repulsion ceased to exist . I had this strange urge to just go and stand beside her. Honestly , not like a friend , but still just stand beside her .I waited for her to put down the phone but meanwhile i didn't realize when i dozed off.The next day i went to her room . We talked. This was the first time I went to her room to talk , even though her's is a '309' and mine a '311'.
Today we smile at each other when we pass by , and now its not fake. Terror Unites. And How! It not only lights up the candles in marches but bondings too. She hasn't changed , nor has her habits , but that voice changed things. A voice that seemed weak that day , was strong enough to build a new bond. And now I know how terror unites.
P.S - This girl never knew that i didn't like her , but now she does. She hugged me after reading this. :)
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