Valentine Special (Three love stories)

PART FICTION: THREE LOVE STORIES AND ONE ENDING
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In this season of love when nature is filled with the passionate arrows of cupid and formless incarnation of kamadeva the divine lord of love and procreation in every heart ; it amazes me how many hearts have missed there beats and how many hearts actually beat together. The story of love happens in everyone's life but the expression can either be overt or covert depending on circumstances,this people say is beauty of human relations and love.
There are three love stories which i have experienced in front of my eyes but i sometimes feel i am very small to write about them as i am too immature,naive and one sided in the issues of love but then i have seen people running ministry of affairs in govt of beauty(Husna di sarkar) in punjabi.

STORY ONE: A Promise is a promise

The winters have just started in november of 2002 in amritsar and i like all other guys was preparing for my 2nd years examz. Just few days before the exams the microbiology deptt called us for checking some slides of some microorganisms which sounded very unromantic as these microorganisms are generally found in areas below the belt in males and females.But still to pass the exam one has to go and see the slides.The torture in the department was compounded by our microbiology professor who often use to use his own body secretions as cultures to show the microorganisms and what not????

Our class had the almost total majority of girls except 5 boys(2 boys and 3 sardars to be exact) including me.In our class every person was bestowed with some talent or skill and every other classmate knew about it.There was one girl called Sasha(name changed) who was a very good classical dancer as well as modern dancer. In one of the dance parties i had a chance of dancing with her.(Donot underestimate even elephants can dance).We became friends after the event although in our culture and especially in my family dancing was not very kindly looked upon as my ancestors as we were told use to employ nautch girls in olden times to celebrate the festive occasions , a tradition whose reminant still can be seen in few of our important functions.
In this last lecture of microbiology as i was viewing the slide, i felt somebody pulling my white apron(Doctors court) down. When i looked around i found Sasha telling me something and asking me to leave the class at once with her. couldnot hear here but still followed her out of the lab like a good friend.
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