She was wandering among the tall trees...The air was misty and it smelled of fresh grass and some exotic flowers.
"Why am I here?" she thought...She was searching for something...or is it someone?
The forest loomed over her but it was not scary...the tall trees and crisp twings under her feet soothed her.
"So where should I be looking?"...talking to herself she walked down the path...she could hear typical forest sounds...and something else too...First it was crackling of twigs then...hoofs!! she could hear hoofbeats and they were approaching near...She peered into the mist...trying to catch glimpse of the approaching sound...
Suddenly like sunlight breaking through the clouds a white horse approached towards her...Someone was riding it...Someone tall and big...
"Who is he ? And what is he doing in my dream?...Wait a min am I dreaming?"
"Of course its a dream !!Why the hell would you be in middle of a forest dressed like that" her conscious mind reprimed her.She looked at herself and she was indeed dressed in some fluffly chiffon gown.
"But I dont dream...and that too of a horserider. How tackey !" she said to herself
By now the horse and its rider was quite near..If only I could see his face...
Then there was music...
Do u believe in love...I am in love...
Astha woke up from her dream...her phone was ringing incessently on the tune of
Do u believe in love...
Astha picked the phone cursing her roomate for changing her ringhtone.
"Yes aayi" she spoke
"Dear ?How r u ? Why didnt u pick the phone I was so worried"
Astha said to Kalindi "I am fine aayi and I was sleeping..Its 6:30 am"
Kalindi said "You are coming na..You know its been so long since you came home..We are really missing you.And you remember we have to meet the Agnihotris.."
Astha cut her mom "Mom If you are calling me for that purpose I am not coming...I have already told you my views regarding that.I am not intrested in getting tied down to a rich spoilt brat"
Kalindi said "Ok beta as you wish but please come back this weekend"
Astha signed "Ok mom I will come"
"So that u can armtwist me in meeting that brat" she thought to herself "Anyways..I know how to handle such brats...he wont even realise wat has struck him" she giggled
After finishing her phone call she buried her self in her bed again..but unable to sleep she wandered towards the kitchen.Astha was a typical 20 year old...She was doing her graduation in Social Service in Mumbai.Being the only daughter of Avdhoot Kirloskar and Kalindi she was raised with lot of love and pampering..She was headstrong and always did what she felt was right...She had refused to go in traditional fields like medical or engineering.
She had passion for social work having worked and fought for various social right from childhood she had decided that as her calling.She found her roomate in the kitchen.
"Why did u change my ringtone ?" Astha glared at her
Her roomate Jyoti giggled "Why? Dont u like it?..Its so romantic"
Astha said "No I hate it..You know I hate anything remotely romantic"
Jyoti said "Oh then why were you looking dreamy while watching Kuch Kuch Hota hai"
Astha rolled her eyes "I was not dreamy rather I was pissed at the chiffon fluff, anyways I have class.See you in evening and dont touch my phone again"
Jyoti laughed "Sure madam. Btw are you really so immuned to men?"
Astha said "If you are reffering to those hormon crazed teengaers as men then yes I am immuned to them...infact I hate men"
Jyoti smiled "We'll see"
Astha smirked "In your dream" she thought to herself "never after what happned..I will never let me heart falter again"
She took a deep breath and left to get ready for college.She had to submit her project before the weekend.In the rush of the day she forgot all about her weird dream...She anyways didnt believe in Prince charmings.
She felt irritated at the prospect of going back home...her mother's nagging..those aunties matchmaking...She was fed up.Now they were trying to hook her up with some rich brat who was IAS aspirant...
"IAS officer !! My foot !!" she thought...
That was another breed of men whom she hated...According to her they were all corrupt..mysoganists with their head in the clouds.Being a social worker she knew how difficult it was to go through the bureucratic red tapism.
She went through the day...doing her normal everyday routine...classes and teaching street kids in evening.
She engrossed herself into packing.She had to catch first train to Pune next morning.
