Notebook

Funny, how destiny works. In a moment, you’re sitting there writing an exam Concentrating on the definite integration question And at 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 for 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 was 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 beautiful 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.