Aastha-My Last Gleam Of Hope

My relationship with Aastha was just a show off, though I pretended like as if I enjoy her company. I had to do so, reason being my friends, who used to sing her praises. Time was running fast and our exams were approaching. All were busy with their last minute revisions. And a tragedy struck me; I lost my notes somewhere. I was disheartened..I didn’t know what to do. Who would share their notes with me? Even my best of friends refused to help me at that crucial stage. No wonder, Aastha came forward to help me out. I was hesitant to take her help but had no option left. Next day I got those photocopied. Her notes were just too good. I would have never prepared so well even with my own notes. One day our tutor told us that the coaching centre was organised a farewell party for all of us. We all were just way too happy. He suddenly threw a bomb on all of us. He said that all of us would have to prepare something for the farewell party, some performance and all. Everybody got busy with the planning part. I was confused what to do? I don’t have a dancing foot, nor am I good at funny jigs. Trying my vocal chords wasn’t a good idea either, though I am not that a bad singer. I wanted to do something different. My problem was solved next day when I came to know that they need someone to help in organising the show and host it too. I was too happy and offered my candidature to do the job. But how can something be so easy for me and then how can I do something without my dearly-lovely Aastha. The glitch was that they required two hosts and they were not able to pair me with someone. There were two classmates of mine who had also forwarded their names. As usual Aastha came forward and approached our teacher to volunteer. So I had my new partner-AASTHA again. You people must be wondering what a big deal with coaching farewell? Well our coaching was best in our area, the farewell parties used to be rocking. For next few days, I and Aastha spent a lot of time with each other. She was excited to know my poetic side and I was equally shocked to know her funnier side. That one week was definitely a turning chapter of our lives.