Notebook

Funny, how destiny works.

In a moment, you’re sitting there writing an exam

Concentrating on the definite integration question

And in the same moment, your hand goes under your desk

And there you find a notebook, covered in brown paper

Neat brown paper

You look around, look at the invigilator who’s busy in his phone

And open the notebook to find her name inscribed on the first page

In beautiful handwriting “Amishta Trivedi”

And the first thought that runs through your mind is a question

Should I solve the integral?

You choose otherwise and go on to flip the pages

And there on all the pages is the same handwriting

Poetry, Logs, Stories, Thoughts

Anything that she thought, she scribbled it down there

As if it was a part of her soul that she wanted to transfer in those pages

And you start reading that stuff, written so profoundly.

With each word, you fall for her even more

You forget that you are actually in the middle of an examination

And as you reach the end, you realize that you are in love

With a person you’ve never met

Yet it feels as if you know everything about her

I don’t know how destiny works, but for this, I am grateful of destiny

I didn’t know how to look for her

Hence, I went for the only way I could think of

I wrote, in her notebook, feelings that I felt in that hall

And I wrote down everything I could about her in that notebook

Confessing how I felt about her

Hoping someday I would get a reply

I would run into her and we’ll talk about the notebook

But destiny had other plans.

In the next exam, I sat on the exact same bench in that foreign place

And I think it were the prayers, because I found the notebook there again

Covered, with neat brown paper

This time there was a name-slip attached on the front page

And in the same mesmerizing handwriting the name “Amishta Trivedi” was scribbled on it.

I couldn’t care less about the exam

I sat down and quickly turned the pages of the notebook

To find her reply

And after some messy pages, I found one page, with one sentence on it

“I Think I’ve Fallen For You Too!”

Better words have not been written.

And thus, started our conversations

In the pages of that notebook,

A love story was born.

Exams didn’t feel much of a threat now

I looked forward to them

And now I knew that she wasn’t like the rest of the people

And we shared a lot of quirks

She is a movie buff too; She likes to listen to songs while studying as well;

She’s good at coding too;

She’s also an ambivert who spends most of her time with her PC.

It was like we were made for each other

But that final day approached, last mock test.

And we haven’t shared any of the personal information except our names

And in that final exam, the notebook wasn’t there

Solving that paper was the toughest thing to do at that time

But destiny had something for me

As I completed the test and walked to the door, I saw the notebook

Only this time, it was in her hands

And I don’t know where it came from,

But I just hugged her, and she looked exactly as I imagined her to be

And it was that moment when I realized,

Destiny is a wonderful thing

From the Slumdog becoming a Millionaire

To This hopeless introverted romantic meeting the girl he never thought he would meet

Destiny has its way of doing things

And in my case

It was a NOTEBOOK that came to my aid.