The love story with a tail……. (Episode I)

You may ask me what it means to say that a love story has a tail. It is all like the Nemo had a fin. If Nemo can have a fin a love story too can have a tail. Strange enough, this tail makes itself visible by its presence outside the walls of a college campus and through Time (big word TIME)!!!

<> I wouldn’t be doing justice if I don’t mention the happenings on the Saturday evening which led to the very origin of this story. Saturday evenings has got a peculiar unethical influence on otherwise ethical bachelor software engineers, with no plans for the week end. The tragic feelings that rise from the thought of getting back to work after a day and of sleeping away the whole day begins to gain prominence somewhere around this time. This imbalanced set of emotions sometimes has the power to drive a few of them to decide on a bottle of beer for the evening. Mr. Vowel was unusually imbalanced on this day after bidding farewell to few of his friends. I personally is at a loss to figure out whether this incident had anything in particular to prompt Mr. Vowel to take the lead in fetching the bottles of Beer. Anyways Mr. Vowel set out to buy whatever was decided…. (I still believe that it is the ugly work of alien cats that taught budgeting to the Egyptian pharaohs, which changed Mr. Vowel’s mind to go for wine instead of beer!!!. )

As I always want to do justice to my readers, I won’t keep you bored till the time he is back, so in the meanwhile let us set the context for the story.

Once upon a time there lived Mr. Vowel on a blue planet. For our convenience we will be referring to Mr. Vowel as ‘A’ (If you are too curious to know why it is A and not C or P, the reason is: A is the first vowel). Mr. Vowel, you know, had this strange feeling that he was the goodie good one on earth, say, a messiah from heaven on earth. To my knowledge, to some extend he was.

Then there was Ms. Mammal who too lived on the same planet, all by coincidence. For our convenience we will be referring to Ms. Mammal as miss M (If you are curious to know why it is M and not S, the reason is: I don’t know which the first mammal was). Ms. M had a feeling that she was the cutest thing alive on earth and to my knowledge to some extend she was.

One fine morning Mr. A decides to go to college to improve his odds of survival in the planet. The college stood on a village that touched the river

(The river and the touch seemed to have something very special about it, to speak of it the least).

Ms. M too decides to improve her odds.

No points for guessing that the college she chose too stood on a village that touched the river.

-Blogger Boy
To be continued…..