This is a story of two people "carved for each other" - A beautiful and dynamic Kavya and a young and charismatic Aditya. Making memories as they go through a roller coaster of emotions and situations, they experience the journey of life filled with love togetherness and suspense. The various characters of the story build a very interesting contrast of people we are generally surrounded by.
Some people are too good to be true, but they are. Some people are too good to bring you any harm, but they do. And most times, its hard to find out who's who.
This is a beautiful story of young love, of people young at heart going about their lives as best as they can, through the twists and turns life puts in front of them.
After a long, troubled effort she was successful in applying kajal to her eyes. Kavya saw her reflection in the mirror; a usual thought occurred to her - `I wish, I had known a bit about putting makeup and getting dressed. But it’s okay...’ She lifted her shoulders smiling back at her reflection in the mirror, wearing a white kurti with peach Patiala and a shaded dupatta to match. She was very fond of wearing jewelry, but with a tight family budget, she could afford only a few. Today she wore her favorite silver earrings and bangles. Added to these were a moon-shaped bindi, half loosely-tied hair that fell in soft curls till her waist, a straight nose, and an oval-shaped face. Despite a perfect figure and fair complexion, Kavya never considered herself pretty. She always preferred ‘smart’ as a compliment over ‘beautiful’ in public because she never felt beautiful. She always saw herself as an average girl with average looks. But that was not her reality, she was beautiful within. Somewhere at the back of her mind she always wanted to dress up like other girls and look pretty, but she could never really afford it.
“Kavya, what time do you have the official meeting today?” Kavya usually had a very tight schedule. She had done her graduation in Commerce followed by an MBA in International Business through distance education. She was a topper in both graduation and post-graduation. Kavya could have actually got admission in any college to pursue an MBA, but she chose a correspondence course as she had to work for a living. After all, who would pay her MBA fees? She had to earn it all by herself. She had quickly climbed the steps in the corporate sector with her soft, cooperative nature and an ultra-sharp mind.
Her mom called out from the kitchen again so Kavya replied, “It’s at twelve pm; why, what happened?”
“I wanted you to hand over these gulab jamuns to my old friend.”
“Which old friend mom?” Kavya moved toward the kitchen finishing her glass of milk, with her phone in her hand. She knew all her mom’s friends because she was one of them.
“Rashmi is in town with Shiv and Aadi. Do you remember Aditya, her son? You two used to be best friends.”
Of course, she remembered him. Her mom kept talking and Kavya was lost in her own thoughts. Even as a child, he was someone unforgettable for Kavya. It was almost impossible to separate them from each other when they were young. Aditya was a good person. She could speak her mind to him – unfiltered; but like her father, she lost him when she was in the first year of college. Aadi got a scholarship in the US for his MS. He was five years older to Kavya. Eventually, Aadi’s father moved his business to Pune and they lost touch completely. Kavya’s mom was in touch with Rashmi and Shiv. Kavya spoke to them once in a blue moon. She avoided them as much as she could. They both loved Kavya a lot. However, she was worried that they might offer her financial help. She avoided that situation as much as she could. When Aditya shifted to the US, she became aloof, she never made close friends later. It wasn’t intentional, but it never really clicked. She had a lot of friends and was known as a chatterbox but none could ever reach her soul.
Something inside her lit up every time he saw her. She was too naive and young to understand that feeling. Nonetheless, destiny had its own way.
Her mother shook Kavya out of her reverie. “What happened? Where are you lost?”
“Nothing mom. You were saying something?”
“Yes, Rashmi is back in town for a short while and I am so excited to meet her soon. Please meet Aditya on the highway and hand over this dabba (box) to him. Here, take his number.” Her mother handed her a paper and Kavya realized what was happening. “Mom, I am really getting very late. Don’t involve such coordination early in the morning, please. Why
don’t you meet them and give this yourself?”
Her mom laughed and said, “Shh Kavya, calm down. He is on his way, he might be reaching soon. He will meet you at the highway and then will drop you to your office. You won’t be late, beta. I have already spoken to him.”
Now Kavya was annoyed. She rolled her eyes and said, “Mom, how can you tell him without asking me? Why do I have to meet him all of a sudden?” She was thinking, why her mom didn’t inform her earlier. ‘At least I would have got ready properly. God! Why am I thinking so much? Probably he won’t even remember me,’ she thought.