" Assalamualaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barkatuhu"
( Unknown number.....who could it be...
If the person introduces ownself ...that means I can keep talking..... Let's wait what he/she is typing)
" It's me Ayan"
( ... Am I dreaming? But which Ayan .....the one i met today or the one met before)
" We met today ..... remember....Ayan....Haniya's friend...."
( OMG.....It's really him.....that's good .... I don't have to do much work now.....He only texted me fast.....)
" Ohh.....yes ...yes.... I remember...."
"Walaikum assalam wa rahmatullahi wa barkatuhu"
- " Khariyat apki?"
" Ji hun....."
- " Okay.... So what are you doing?"
" Nothing much ..... just talking to my brother...."
-" Ohh... okay....."
" How about you? "
-" Nothing....I am just lying on bed."
" Ohh..... "
" So are you local of this place ?"
-" Yes..... My home is nearby only."
" Ohh okay ... good"
"So had your dinner...."
-" No...not yet ....."
- " You all toh already had your dinner ....right?"
" Not really...."
-" Why? Won't you have your dinner?"
" I will."
- " How? It's around 9:30 and for hostelers ....dinner is served at 7:30 ...right?"
" Yes you are right....but we bring our dinner in room and have it at late night...."
-" Ohh...you can bring dinner in room? But boys can't....so i thought u all also can't...."
" Ohh....i didn't knew that....but we can."
...(So and so and so.....)
We went on chatting and chatting and chatting untill his mom called for food....
Then we bid each other good night with a hope to see him tomorrow during project discussion.
Then i had my food and texted my boyfriend. We talked for sometime on video call . I told him about sir's complain and whatever happened today except for Ayan's part. He didn't tell much and dropped it by saying....his day was as usual...wake up , go to library , study till 8:30 or 9 at night then be back to his room and talk to me or his friends and then sit for studies again and the cycle goes on...
Everyone's life goes on according to same routine. But within this everyday routine their is always one or other thing that makes one remember his loved one. That one person you want to share with if he or she is actually the one of his or her life. He always tells me , i am not eligible to listen to his every day life and to his problems . I don't understand him at all. Actually he wasn't completely wrong because the things he consider as problem , i don't consider them as a problem and vice versa. Our point of looking or thinking about a particular situation or things is completely opposite to each other. He might be the other half of me but he isn't the better half. And if he is a better half of me then i would rather choose someone whose thinking is similar to mine. That could avoid lots of Problems.
With this thoughts i went to bed and fell asleep .