For all my old friends and new:

Thank you all for being so warm and welcoming. I hope I do not disappoint

Varanasi, August 2005

“They probably won’t kill on Day 1, Di. I think your best black and red salwar-kameez can wait a day or so.”

Khushi’s eyes flicked to find her sister’s expressionless face staring at her in the mirror. “Congratulations on another fantastic ode to sarcasm, Trip. You have earned your right to watch another episode of House MD.” She said dryly, matching her sister’s deadpan expression to the T before she straightened her dupatta and smoothed her hair back unsuccessfully, sighing even as curls escaped the tight pony and hung loosely around her face. Maybe there was someone who would someday call her rebellious curls wisps of honeyed hair that framed her face and softened her features. Maybe someday, she would even be distracted enough to not pay attention to the mane of unruly waves that rested on her head. Till then, she was going to have to deal with her life being a series of bad hair days. Fat, bad hair days, she corrected herself, frowning at her image in the mirror. “I happen to like this set. Black makes me look thin.”

“It also makes you look like the behenji I know you are not.” Tripti rolled her eyes and shut the book she was reading with a loud snap.

Khushi bowed slightly and rolled her eyes with just as much exaggeration as her sister had. “Thank you for that compliment, Trip. But you know…”

Tripti sighed. “Yes, I do know. I have been hearing you say that for five years now.” She tucked her chin in and deepened her voice in an uncanny imitation of Khushi. “You don’t need to prove to anyone that you are not a behenji. You don’t care if anyone does think you are a behenji.”

Khushi smiled and rearranged her dupatta, smiling as the deep red chanderi glittered against her cheeks. She really did love what she was wearing.

“It’s the first day of college, a day of new beginnings, a day of complete and utter freedom. You get your own two-wheeler. You FINALLY start getting pocket money. You don’t need to wear this god-awful uniform anymore,” She said, looking down distastefully at the white shirt and grey skirt she was wearing, “and THIS is what you choose?”

Khushi turned around to face her sister and sighed. “What should I have chosen instead?” She asked, one hand on her hip. “A little orange dress that barely covers my butt, a white frock that no girl has any business wearing post puberty or a Scottish-band type red and black checkered skirt with a knotted shirt?”

“Rani Mukerji looked awful in that orange dress. She looked awful through the movie while we are at it” She held up her forefinger to count one.  “Only you can think of Ayesha Jhulka and Khiladi and that awful white dress,” She counted two. “And I know Pooja Bedi looked more like new slut in town and not new kid in college, but the shirt she wore was tucked in, not knotted at the waist.” She ticked off three and then Tripti shook her head.  “This is what happens when you watch as much Bollywood as you do. How many times do I have to remind you that life is not a bad 90s film?”

“Exactly, my dear Watson.” Khushi replied with a smirk. “It’s just the first day of college. Not my chance at finding the love of my life. So what I am wearing is perfect. Now if you would excuse me, I have new beginnings waiting for me.” She said sweetly before picking up her backpack and walking out of the small room that the sisters had shared for more than three years now.

“All the best, Di.” Tripti yelled from the room and Khushi smiled.

As Khushi walked out of the meagre staff accommodation that had been her home for almost three years now, she felt her heart pound in her chest loudly. The truth was she was nervous as hell about her first day in Engineering college. And not nearly a tenth as excited as she would have been if it her first day was attending the college she had grown up in.

As she stepped on to the freshly laid road lined with thick Gulmohars that shone a splendid verdant in nature’s ode to the upcoming monsoon season, she sighed, blinking back sudden unexpected tears that sprung into her eyes at the memory of a different campus – one that had been just as spectacular as the one she was in at the moment and yet so much more than her current home could ever mean.

Institute of Engineering, Mumbai was not only her home, the past that held the memories of a lifetime for Khushi, it had been Khushi’s only future. Three years ago when her parents had decided to take up higher academic positions in the Institute of Engineering in Varanasi, citing career stagnation reasons for both of them in Mumbai, Khushi had been heartbroken. But the move away from her home and her dream only strengthened her resolve work as hard as she could. She had promised herself that she would return to her city and her favorite campus one day – this time as a rightful part of its illustrious student base.

If there had been one thing she had worked towards consciously in the last three years and sub-consciously since she could remember, it had been a seat in one of the most prestigious engineering schools in India – one that Tripti and she had grown up in as her parents pursued their careers. Shiv Kumar and Gayatri Gupta had been professors at IE, Mumbai teaching Thermodynamics and VLSI Design respectively for more than a dozen years.

Maybe a big part of her dream was having been brought up by parents who had spent countless minutes every day discussing just how brilliant the students they were teaching were. Maybe she never had the luxury of a different dream. Maybe there was still something she could…

Khushi shook her head forcefully. She didn’t need this trip down self-pity lane. She had enough of that with her appearance. Her ability to do well academically had always been the counterfoil to her insecurity about how she looked. And it was her own hard work that had helped her clear the Combined Engineering Exam with a rank good enough to merit admission in the Institute of Engineering, Varanasi. After all, the college she had secured a seat in, was one of India top colleges too. Plenty of students from IE, Varanasi made their way to high paying jobs, top rung MBA schools across the country,  and Ivy league post graduate schools in the US. It came down really to what she was willing to work towards now, what she willing to dream of now.

She clucked loudly and shook her head again, dispelling the trail of gloom that her thoughts were turning into. She was not going to whine. After all how many students were lucky enough to even have what she did? Plus, she wouldn’t have to leave her parents and sister to attend college in another city. She wouldn’t need to stay in a hostel – facts that weighed heavily on her..well her parents’ final approval of IE, Varanasi.

Yes, there were enough reasons for good cheer in her life, if only she chose to focus on them. It was a choice she was going to make. It was a day of new beginnings. Tripti was right; her opinion on Khushi’s apparel of choice notwithstanding.


Two hours later however, Khushi was sure Bholenath was testing the strength of her resolution to remain optimistic. Any nerves she had felt in the morning as she was getting dressed for her first day in college, was child’s play compared to the maelstrom in her heart at present. If Tripti had been standing next to her, she would have helped Khushi pick up the jaw that had fallen to the floor. Unfortunately for Kaveri Khushi Gupta, her sister was soundly snoozing in a History class several kilometers away and she was on her own.

Why Shiv-ji, she began in her head, her inner voice breaking into a sob when…

“Kaveri Gupta?”

She turned around, her head still buzzing with the knowledge that she had just become aware of.

“It is you!”

Khushi blinked and tried to focus her gaze on the face that was peering down at her curiously. And yet…

“God! What a surprise! I knew your parents had moved to Varanasi but to find you here…and to be classmates again…”

Khushi frowned and blinked a couple of more times. A second or so later, the face came into focus, dark coal eyes framed with thick lashes, a face that seemed as boyish as it had been the first time she had seen him about a decade ago. “Arjun?”

Arjun Agarwal’s face broke into a wide grin. “Thank god! I would have hated to realize that I am not that unforgettable after all.”

Khushi smiled. Arjun Agarwal had been her classmate for five years – Grade 5 through 9 in the school Khushi had attended in Mumbai. And though she couldn’t exactly call Arjun Agarwal her best friend or even a close friend, in light of the realization that had dawned on her just minutes ago, she was sure he was going to be her lifeline for the next four years.

“Call me Khushi. I don’t care much for my first name.”

Arjun grinned, the dimple in his left cheek deepening in boyish handsomeness as he did.

Khushi frowned at the thought. Since when did Arjun Agarwal fall in the handsome category?

“Unfortunately, I have thought of you as Kaveri for too long to switch so quickly. Maybe in due course.” He shrugged pleasantly. “But I have to say I never thought this day would come, especially after that horrible khud-khushi joke Mukund Deshmukh cracked in Class 8.”

Khushi chuckled at the memory of the boy, their classmate from school who had been the recipient of Khushi’s only boisterous incident in school – a slap across the cheek following months of loaded teasing and innuendos thrown her way.

“Of all the things to remember about me,” Khushi said, shaking her head.

“You should be proud. Brilliant student is sort of a boring description,” Arjun winked.

Khushi didn’t respond to the compliment, uncomfortable with praise as always. Turning back to the class, she took one step in when the realization that had been sidelined by Arjun Agarwal ’s sudden appearance struck again with a vengeance

Something of her inner turmoil must have shown on her face. “What? What’s wrong? You look like you just realized…”

“That I am the only girl in this class.” Khushi finished dejectedly as she turned back and allowed her gaze to sweep through the classroom full of more than seventy boys, all of whom were staring at her in just as much shock. Well done, Kaveri Khushi Gupta, she congratulated herself. Well done. Serves you right for defying your father’s better judgment, she muttered in her mind. And your mother’s. Mechanical Engineering. What were you thinking?

“Awesome!” Arjun exclaimed and walked past her into the classroom, tilting his head in a bid for her to join him. “Can you imagine what sort of a life story that will make someday when you are a big-shot corporate boss somewhere?”

Khushi couldn’t help smile a little despite the cloying optimism of that statement. She couldn’t say she knew much about Arjun’s personality but if this was an example of how cheerful he could be when all she wanted to do was crawl into the earth, then…

“Front bench, I assume?” Arjun asked as he swung his backpack off his shoulder and threw it casually on the front bench in the middle of the classroom, the only one that had been conspicuously left empty by the rest of their classmates.

Khushi sighed and walked around the bench over to the other side.

Front bench? Even in college? Tumhara kuch nahi ho sakta, Di.

Yep, that is exactly what her sister was going to say later in the evening. Khushi groaned as her shoulders slumped. She slid into her seat, trying to ignore seventy odd pair of eyes that refused to focus on anything but her. She knew that Arjun was talking to her, saying something about how it was a mirror of gender ratios in most engineering schools. But she couldn’t care less. How did these things happen to her? How in Shiv-ji’s name was she supposed to remain positive in such situations?


Khushi stumbled to her right as Arjun’s elbow dug into hers. Frowning she turned her head slightly, surprised that Arjun was taking such liberties less than five minutes into their re-acquaintance. However, before she could say or think of anything even remotely sensible, she saw a group of boys enter the class, the swagger in their steps and the smirks of their faces telling enough for her to guess who they were.


And immediately the nervousness that had been relegated to the back of her mind for the better part of the morning, came back as bile in the base of her throat.


She was the only girl in this class.


“Are you guys going to sit there and gawk at us like blubbering idiots? Stand up.” One of the boys thundered, his English heavily accented with more than a touch of Uttar Pradesh heartland.

Immediately, there was loud shuffling and screeching in the class as the class of Mechanical Engineering, future batch of 2009 stood to honor the presence of their seniors in their class.

There was silence in the room as the group walked through the class even as two of their colleagues stayed at the door, presumably to watch out for faculty members who could interrupt their cosy little introduction to the newest class.

Khushi tried to keep her heart from jumping crazily in her ribcage by taking deep breaths. This was just the kind of situation that she hated – one that put her in the spotlight for no fault of hers, not giving her enough time to be prepared for being the center of attention.

“Do you know who we are?”

Khushi suppressed the shiver that ran down her spine and looked up at the voice that came from her left.

She swallowed, unsure of how to phrase her sentence in a way that wouldn’t “offend” the inquirer.

“Seniors.” She said softly and immediately, the person who had asked the question burst out laughing.

“Well done. Seeing you here, I was beginning to worry if you had any idea what was happening around this place. Daydreaming needs to wait for the lectures. When seniors are in the classroom, you need to focus. Okay?” The boy laughed.

Boy? Khushi wondered. Were you supposed to call Engineering students, seniors, boys?

“Do you know why we are here?” He asked again, his face giving away amusement at her situation.

Khushi swallowed again.

“Ragging, Sir.” Arjun piped up and immediately Khushi closed her eyes painfully.

Why? Why did he have to do that? Did he not know some simple first day, ragging escape rules?

“Oho! And are you her official spokesperson?” The boy asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Or boyfriend?” His friend asked with a loud chuckle even as the rest of the first year class remained silent.

It was thus, with Khushi’s heart thudding loudly in her chest when she finally heard the words that were about to change the course of her life. Or something less dramatic.

“Tiwari, shut it.”

There were voices that one couldn’t ignore. The one that had just made itself audible did not quite succeed in shutting Tiwari up but still made Khushi want to crane her neck to locate its source.

Not that she needed to crane much.

She found the owner of that voice almost immediately, surprised with herself that she had not noticed him all this while. He was taller than most of the occupants of that room, his face lean and strangely angular without being boyish – sharp, striking, one you couldn’t tear your eyes away from quickly. Deep set coal eyes, glittering with a strange quality – knowing, intelligent.

“Let her sit.” He said softly to the boy he had addressed as Tiwari and walked over to the other side of the classroom, before facing the students, all of whom were now focused only on him.

Tiwari looked at Khushi and chuckled. “Madam-ji, please sit.”

Khushi felt blood rush to her face, warming her up uncomfortably even as she mindlessly crumpled into her seat, trying to not pay attention to the sound of silence interspersed with chuckles. Or to the fact that she was the only one who was comfortably seated while the rest of her class remained standing in anticipation.

“We are not here to rag. Well, not today anyway,” He said with a chuckle. “Quick introductions – we are all from Final Year Mechanical Engineering. So technically your senior-most seniors. Traditonally, Final Year is the first to take stock of the new batch. You won’t see much of us for the rest of the year. So this is our best opportunity to say hello.” There was something very pleasant and unintimidating about his voice. And despite the R-word, Khushi felt at least a little more at ease than she had been just seconds ago. And she was sure that if she looked up, she would see a smile on that face. She couldn’t look up though. Nope. Not with Tiwari still too close for comfort.

 “Oh and your third years wanted us to let you know that they will be here later today with a list of rules for the next couple of months, all of which are easy to follow and completely harmless. Cooperate, be nice and at the end of the month, we’ll throw you the best Fresher’s party First Years have ever seen in this college.”

She didn’t know about her classmates. But she believed him. He didn’t sound like the seniors she had heard of while growing up – the ones who used the only opportunity there were destined to get in life – this time at college – to exert power – sometimes cruelly so – against those below them. She wanted to look up and find the owner of this voice again, secretly dreading the fact that she had actually seen nothing of his face to remember after this moment.

And yet, it was not to be.

“AV,” Tiwari called out urgently, interrupting her train of thought and forcing her to look up. He hung his head out of the classroom once before he looked in again, this time impishly terrified.  “Mishra-ji,” He pointed at the corridor to his right, “He must be their Applied Mechanics Prof. this semester. We need to leave.”

At Tiwari’s declaration, the group of seniors quickly shuffled towards the exit even as Khushi and her new classmates watched the person who had been addressed amble his way out of the class casually, his face betraying none of the tension that now adorned his friends’.

“Welcome to IE,” He whispered loudly, winking in the general direction of the class even as his face broke into a teasing smile.

Khushi’s breath caught in her chest as he shook his head and followed his classmates out of the room, the group of them laughing their way through the corridor even as the classroom they left behind remained steeped in silence.


“Apparently, final years are supposed to be first years’ guardians of sorts. It’s the third years who own ragging rights at IE. There was some incident at IEV a couple of years ago after which ragging completely changed to this more docile format.”

She should have known Arjun would waste no time in collecting completely unnecessary information. And she would have if she had remembered more than just his name from school. As Khushi looked at her new old friend wryly, he shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Not that any of this concerns you. You have been kindly excused from all ragging. You must thank AV Sir personally some time.” Arjun said seriously. “Let her sit.” He mimicked. “What a gentleman!”

Khushi rolled her eyes and tucked into her samosa and chutney. Thank him? Yeah, right. She wanted to turn back time and somehow wish that little line away. In three little words, he had singled her out and brought her to everyone’s attention. For the rest of her stay at IE.

“I can’t believe you didn’t know that Mechanical Engineering is not a branch girls seem to voluntarily take up. There is no girl in any of our senior batches either. What were you thinking?” Arjun asked incredulously as he sipped on his tea.

They were seated in the cafeteria as the lunch crowd milled about around them. All through the morning, it was the only question that had been thrown her way. And one she had been asking herself with just as much energy.  What had she been thinking?

“I wasn’t thinking,” She answered a second later. “And I am going to pay for four years now.”

“Ah come, you will be fine. The class is just a little unsure of how to react to you at the moment. They’ll be okay soon. Wait and watch.” Arjun said with a careless shrug.

“I couldn’t care less. All I want is for everyone to stop staring at me and whispering behind my back. I almost want to tape my name to my forehead so that they would stop calling me “Mech first year.”” Khushi said drily.

As if to confirm what she had just said, a couple of students walked by their table, whispering “Mech first year” rather too loudly for either of them to ignore.

“See?” Khushi said with a shake of her head. “Four years.” She sighed. “Four years of this crap. Why? Why Shiv-ji?”

Arjun cleared his throat. “Shiv-ji? The God or your father?”

Khushi looked at him expressionlessly even as he grinned at his own little joke. “The God.”

“Ah” Arjun said softly, trying to bite back the chuckle that was waiting to burst forth. “But you will be famous. Batches before ours and after ours will know you. You are going to be a celebrity at IE-Varanasi, Kaveri Khushi Gupta!”

Khushi groaned and allowed her head to slump on the table. How was she going to get through this hell?

River Song, Music and Lyrics

Song Title: Ek Din Aap Yun

Album: Yes Boss

Singers: Kumar Sanu, Alka Yagnik

Music: Jatin Lalit

Lyrics: Javed Akhtar

Dil ki daali pe kaliyan si khilne lagin

Jab nigaahen nigaahon se milne lagin

Ek din iss tarah hosh kho jaayenge

Paas aaye toh madhosh ho jaayenge

Maine socha na tha

Next Update: Tue, Mar 3, 2015

158 thoughts on “Chapter One: Babe In The Woods?

  1. I didn’t remember whether I commented or not, so anyway two is better than none.

    I loved this update, it reminded me of my college days. My sisters nagging in what I’m wearing to college and how I’m looking. And that “black makes me look thin”, universal truth for all girls I guess.

    I still remember I met my best friend of now 12years on my first day of college at college gate. Both nervous and uncertain of future and college ragging luckily found other and happened to be in same class.

    Oh how this update brought forth the flood of all those good and awesome memories of college fun days. Thanks meera.

    I got digressed, so yeah, Arnav made and appearance, treated the lady with dignity and special attention and she is already swooning on his voice. Awesome!!!

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  2. Oh lovely update meera. ! Dint realise you had updated ! Only girl in mech … Oh this can’t get more exciting ! Arnav makes an appearance I think if he’s AV …. I can see an awesome story in the making
    Great going meera… Can’t wait for the next one

    Btw I must tell you reading a fate intertwined is my favourite pastime … You don’t ever tire of that one no matter how many times you read it… That’s the magic of your writing meera!
    Good luck !!!!

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  3. Ah! AV My dream man! I just love Trip and Arjun. Arjun is like a savior for Khushi in a class full of boys or is it a college full of boys..*shudders* I can’t even imagine it… if I bad been at her place I would have run away. Man! its like a nightmare. I was feeling so terified thinking of what they might do as ragging with Khushi but thank god they didn’t a special thanks to AV. Loving it


  4. I had a friend of mine who was in the same situation.. She was inspired by designing and making dream cars and had opted for the premium engineering branch Mechanical.. And was forced into a man’s world quite literally… The guys used to stare and gossip continuously.. Seniors and other batch students would be whispering mech first yr.. And professors some would take pity and some plain rude… She is quite strong but definitely this all sometimes gets overbearing.. There were days when she would cry due to this sheer madness and would ask her to shift to comp sci or e n tc. , which is relatively safer for gals :(… But I’m proud of her… She didn’t listen to any of us and chose the hard way… And the fruit was really sweet… She has made history out there, while we all are just another face in the IT world :(… People like this are needed… Khushi will defo make a mark… And thankfully she gets at least Arjun..

    To be singled out like this in such a hostile environment for Khushi must definitely feel like depths of hell.. Even in our college days, singling out for favors or punishment felt like the ultimate form of punishment… And it would feel if they just let us be.. Hope this incident doesn’t have any bad recuperation… Glued now

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  5. o god the single girl ina class of 70 boys! and arnav makes quite a heroic appearance. is his concern and attitude genuine or there is more to it? senior-junior colege luv story loving it!

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  6. so khushi is in the college with Arjun, and that’s how the friendship has begun!

    Poor Khushi, only girl in the class and in the college also, that’s just bad, I think!

    Arnav has made some entry, and he was true gentleman :). I really liked the college atmosphere, very nostalgic :)

    Wonderful update Meera :).

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  7. oh references to house and again a shahrukh’s song..<3 i already love you!
    loved this chapter…so we are onto a time rewind…can so relate to Khushi's insecurities ..first day in college..the hair ..the dress choice..feeling like an underacheiver when she isnt..well it has to do with the fact that your parents are too brainy also :P and wow she chose mech haha poor girl..i had a roomie in college who could relate with Khushi's plight of being the only girl in her batch! glad she found a friend in arjun, though she doesnt seem to happy about it but is eventually glad to have his company :)
    so dats how khushi kaveri gupta met arnav varun/ AV <3 her hero who saved her from the clutches of ragging..loving it meera..ur awesomeeeeeee <3

    teens! (IF id: MrsKhan-Sobti)

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  8. i never faced ragging….. ours is one of those very few institutes where there isnt even a little bit of such ‘introduction’….. nd aaj tak i’ve been sooooo happy for that…. lekin aaj feel ho rai hai, agar AV jaise koi senior mil jaata, toh shayed ragging utna bad bhi nahi hota….. only few lines, and i’m already loving him….. lol….. no but seriously, being the odd one in whole department, moreover the person she is, this must be soooo difficult for her to cope…… glad that Arjun is there for her….. no wonder they became such good friends…… loving it……

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  9. Aah so now we have it…AV huh?
    We go back nine years. Nostalgia, memories of days gone by. College, ragging, raging hormones, BOYS. :)
    You have the unique knack, Meera, of transporting the reader to the setting of the story. And making it so easy to relate to the place, the characters, their emotions. Earlier it was a corporate setting in a resort. Now it’s back to school.
    Tripti and Khushi seem to have a easy, yet strong, bond. I like (and envy) that in your stories. Makes me wish I had a sister with whom I could just BE…

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  10. Oohhhh hoooo hoo.. This river shall be a very interesting river.. Very very.. I was in the ED class… I am not kidding.. Pensieve-d into the ED class.. And u can call them Tiwari and AV for all u want.. But they are Shant Sir and Prashant Kumar Sir in my brain.. My very cute instru seniors 😜😜
    I am glad there are 9 more chapters to read.. Let me run to number 2..
    Before I go, No prizes for guessing that I love trip!!! Hee hee
    And finally… Asli duniya is unbelievably different when reading this story vs. Others!!! Gives me the shivers!! I have my own “M”.. Gulp!!

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  11. So the wheels turn back in time….
    Khushi’s nervousness on the very first day of college, the dilemma of what to wear – will it be too much, or will it become under-dressed, everything I’m sure all of us have gone through, has been beautifully expressed. And the 90’s reference definitely wasn’t missed.

    Tripti is a striking and zealous individual who has a really refreshing presence in Khushi’s life. So I was right, Arjun is Khushi’s childhood friend and he looks like this easy going, affable boy, who seems to be the flip side of Khushi – her quite, good girl nature. Arjun and Tripti would catch on like a house of fire, wouldn’t they?

    Did Khushi choose Mechanical Engineering because she wished to take up something unrelated to the Subjects that her parents handle? I have a few friends whose parents are teachers, and they abhor the subjects that they teach. And Mechanical Engineering on top of that, rarely finds itself with girl students. Khushi being the single girl in her batch can work either ways, she can be treated partially or get picked on.

    But why worry when her knight in shining armor is here…. Khushi seems to be enamored by AV Sir, even though they didn’t speak directly. A true gentleman, AV SIr has conquered Khushi’s respect and maybe a little bit of her heart…

    Ek Din Aap Yun, is again a wonderful song. If Shah Rukh Khan’s there, that song will mostly (almost definitely) be in the list of my favorites.

    You’ve opened an album of memories with your beautiful writing Meera. Thank you for this :)

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  12. loved the update. good to see u avoided the ragging thing and showed rather how the relation of seniors and juniors should be. looking so forward for the next update as the hero has taken an entry in heroines heart a lill bit ;)

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  13. Well I am reading your this story that right now available to be & I just loved your writing skills. I am just fan of yours. Can you please give me your blog password. I have even sent you pm & a buddy request in IF. Please do reply soon.

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    1. Hey! Thanks for being here. Unfortunately I have taken off all my other work from public access for variety of reasons. I am unable to share the same with anyone at the moment. I hope you understand. Hope you enjoy reading this one!

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  14. Wow!! I love flashbackss..
    I feel for her really. Not that she is the only girl there and howw its going to be.. But at her discomfort and apprehensions that she is feeling.. Evocative write up.. Felt the apprehension myself.
    Its also true half of the discomfort is brought in by the oeople around repeatedly saying and drilling it in. Hainn? only girl in mech!! types.. :B but anyway the person she is seeming to be.. Its going to be difficult for her own inner self unlesss “the voice” soothes it out..
    I experienced dhuduk dhuduk of this sorts after quite a long time now.. thanking my stars to start reading again with you.. What an entry.. Only Arnav can get one to feel like this.. yayy!
    Loved Arjun s’ celebrity joke.. Cracked me up..

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  15. Havn’t we all done this.. Mentioning some part from kuch kuch hota hai or jo jeeta wahi sikander before college starts. :B Atkeast I have..
    And totally apt song attached!! ek din aap mil gaye chapter one me

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  16. Firstly let me tell you how ecstatic I am that I found you . its obvious from the comments above you are the Meera
    I have been looking for , so what if you have closed your stories from public forum , I am sure someday I will get to read them.
    Re the prologue and chapter 1 , am enjoying how you are breaking us into the life of Kaveri Khushi Gupta, her bond with her sister – I know what sisters are all about -they were born almost with you , bought up in the same environment
    you love them carelessly , you can fight with them , irritate them, tease them , steal personal items from them some times even hate them for a minute or so but they are your best friends till you die .
    Kaveri the name is as beautiful as Khushi – a vast river that flows from Karnataka into the Bay of Bengal revered by many, she influences the life of most people around her ,wonder if your Kaveri too is going to do so.KKG too has chartered her own individual path by taking up Mech Eng.wonder why she is insecure about her looks though.
    Arjun as the eternal best friend can envisage Varun Dhawan as him . Alia Bhatt as KKG,
    Arnav with whom she has a history has entered need to know more about him before I comment on him

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  17. Her nervousness is understandable being only single girl in the class…AV saved her from further embarrassment…i think av is arnav…no no i am sure because u mentioned about his voice…loved the way khushi’s sister nags her…arjun is just her saviour…

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  18. Hi Meera!!
    I am SO glad you are back! I have been a fan of your writing since Colors of the Wind and then Careless Whispers made the awe permanent. I have to tell you Careless Whispers is one of the best Arnav and Khushi ffs I have read ever. River Runs Through It, sounds just as intriguing. I can’t wait to start this journey with Kaveri Khushi Gupta, Arnav Varun and you! Thank you so much for sharing this story with us readers!

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  19. LOL babe in the woods sounds right? Kitna badhiya context set kiya iss chapter mein. My brothers are engineers so I’ve heard tons of stories like this only – how seniors use ragging as a bonding moment but sometimes people get really creepy about it. Arjun is so lovely, I’m kind of like him only except I have no way of gathering information about relevant things. I understand her anxiety about being set apart – on my first day in stanford, I was the only one Indian who’d taken economics as a minor and I was so weirdly embarrassed about it because people keep staring at you as “the brown chick” and you really don’t want to be set apart on the first day of college. Like, you don’t want that notoriety. but I settled in. I know Khushi will too.

    I love how her dad and her god share the same name. I want to say daddy issues but I know it’s just a beautiful, happy coincidence in a universe that throws random things at you because it can. Nevertheless, it’s just a really funny coincidence. Can’t blame my boy for making jokes about it.

    Everyone knows a UP accent vaala Tiwari, it seems. I too know a Tiwari who’s like super-duper overbearing but also kind of nice once you cut past the bullshit but then who’s got the time to do that? The real question. I’m so done with such men, I can’t tell you

    Imagination totally captivated by AV Sir yaar. Kya entry maari. Total hero. I wish he’d let it play out and only intervened if it was truly out of hand – singling out isn’t a nice thing. But given the origins of the character are from the show that mustn’t be named, I’m glad he has some respect for women. Such a fortuitous entry! I can’t help but feel for Khushi – I’m with you sister! Ye vaqt bhi guzar jayega.

    Decided to make my comment more personal – I’ve read this story in one go and recognized all the music [how jobless am I lol] Mummy daddy, aur chalti gaadi ne sab kuchh sikha diya sab kuchh. Just imagine a mini-V sitting in a mini gaadi and observing her parents thrumming on the steering wheel while songs played.

    The story behind this music is my brother, vaise. He was trying to woo his girlfriend, so when my parents weren’t home, he decided he was going to dance with her – hand on waist style. That failed spectacularly, but I’ll always remember bhai and bhabhi trying to dance with a straight face and failing – because you’re 15 and things are just awkward. It’s such a pehli nazar mein ikraar ka gaana. Love it!

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  20. Awesome start! The story definitely looks promising. I loved your “Colors of the wind” and can’t tell you how happy I am to stumble upon this story.

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  21. “Maybe there was someone who would someday call her rebellious curls wisps of honeyed hair that framed her face and softened her features. Maybe someday, she would even be distracted enough to not pay attention to the mane of unruly waves that rested on her head. Till then, she was going to have to deal with her life being a series of bad hair days. Fat, bad hair days, she corrected herself”. – I remember my first day in college and my nervousness. It is really a struggle to think that we have to look our best, make the best impression, but I guess after while It stops mattering. However, first days are still nerve-wreaking. I can relate to Khushi. The day becomes more challenging if your hair decides to not listen to you. Why can’t first days just be perfect?

    “A little orange dress that barely covers my butt, a white frock that no girl has any business wearing post puberty or a Scottish-band type red and black checkered skirt with a knotted shirt?’- Bwhahahahah. Bollywood is such a cliche. It skyrockets our expectations from the real world.

    “Maybe she never had the luxury of a different dream. Maybe there was still something she could… ”
    I remember this feeling. The what-if. The resignation. I too did not get into the college of my dreams, the city of my liking. I remember thinking it was the end of the world. The sadness. However, the years down the lane made me realise, in the grand scheme of things, life has a lot in store and fate has the reason why it moves our experience in the direction it does.

    “That I am the only girl in this class.” – Interesting turn of events. Haha. Maybe I would be such an adventure If I consider it too. But, no! It is intimidating. But, ya Mechanical Engineering. Haha. Creative choice. Quite brave actually. Though her parents were professors, never told her about it?

    “Ragging. She was the only girl in this class.”
    I never faced that. Laws have changed. But, my mom used to tell me, that to some extent it used to be fun. Hah!.

    “It was thus, with Khushi’s heart thudding loudly in her chest when she finally heard the words that were about to change the course of her life. Or something less dramatic.There were voices that one couldn’t ignore. The one that had just made itself audible did not quite succeed in shutting Tiwari up but still made Khushi want to crane her neck to locate its source.” – Really dramatic much, Kaveri? But, if this is supposed to be the beginning of love story or something similar likely, it should be like that.

    “Let her sit.”Awwwwwwww. Such a gentleman. I mean, two minutes in the story and even I am affected by the owner of those coal eyes.
    Batches before ours and after ours will know you. You are going to be a celebrity at IE-Varanasi, Kaveri Khushi Gupta!” – Arjun did predict the future. But, ya Kaveri Khushi Gupta is a nice variant to Khushi Kumari Gupta.

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  22. OMG this is beautiful…..
    how i missed reading such a beautiful story…..
    one of my fav writer in IF suggested me to read this story….she said if you dnt read your are gonna miss a beautiful journey and Its true…from the beginning itself i am too hooked to this and can’t wait to read the beautiful journey of kaveri khushi gupta

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  23. Oh lord it took three years to read this story of urs Meera, but I’m happy I’m starting it with full hearts 💕
    This story is reminding my days in college as Mech girl 👧. So many memories are flooding in

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  24. Meera..
    Where were u before//
    Sohni n Cheers2all…
    Thanx a ton..

    My khushi..the only girl being observed by 70 pairs of eyes as there is none blind of one eye..
    Thank God,she finds Arjun or vice versa …
    I m already liking him too much..

    Then comes her Saviour-2,as Arjun being on first spot..
    AV .. Arnav .. let her sit down..
    She likes his voice.. n wanna see his face ..
    She even thinks to thank him in person..
    Gr8 going Khushi ..

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    1. What an entry isn’t it?!
      P.S: I’m reading with an idiotic grin on my face. Feeling very nostalgic, took me back five years to when I read it first, and that sense of anticipation wondering what’s coming next. I still feel it

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      1. Subtle and yet dhamaakedaar.
        I have been hopping from one bank to the other — Varanasi to Rishikesh to Kolkata to (almost) Lake Eerie :) :D

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            1. I am like a kid in a toy shop.. I want to read this one, and that one and oh that one too..oh and this is my favorite.. In short going crazy!

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  25. Aha! AV and KKG finally met. What life altering changes does this meeting going to bring into Khushi’s life? 10 years later, Khushi is still a bit apprehensive about meeting him again.
    Tiwari, shut it, let her sit are going to be reminisced for a while. Or until AV leaves collage at the end of the year.
    For some reason, Girls are still less interested in Mechanical Engineering. We used to have a girl machinist at work and she was very well respected.
    I don’t know what role he is going to play in Khushi and Arnav’s life, but Arjun is a sweet heart.

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      1. Agreed! 10 years later he is still the good old friend Khushi counts on. I guess nothing much have changed between them in the last 10 years.

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  26. Firstly let me say I am a relatively new reader to this genre, in spite of being a complete Ipkknd fan. Secondly I fell in love with colours of the wind and fate intertwined. Unfortunately the comment section in IF was not available for me, so I am so pleased to be able to thank you here for your wonderful writing. Thank you so much for making A river runs through it open once again. I have read the entire story ( all through the night!!!) and simply adored it. Couldn’t wait to comment so am doing it now. Loved the characters with their frailties and their strengths and the descriptions of the locales was out of this world. All said a wonderful story. Thank you.
    On a greedier note can I request you to please make A Word’s Worth also available? Have heard so much about the story and have been wanting to read it very much. Thank you so much once again

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      1. Hi Meera
        Hope you are doing well and safe with your family.
        Your story is such a wonderful comforting read in these times.. 😚😚
        I have been dying to read other stories written by you. Could you please share the links that you have opened?

        Thank you so much!

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          1. Thank you Meera for reopening two more stories for us. I am new to both, so it is a treasure Trove of Arshi for me. Can you please leave them open for at least couple of months to savour each chapter of each story?
            Take care and stay safe.

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          2. Hellooo Meera di… Could you please open careless whispers too… That was one hell of a story 😂😂😜😜😜 It is a humble request…. Please 🙏🙏🙏🙏


  27. College , junior – senior, only girl in a class of 70 boys , but Kaveri has Arjun
    AV was like Tune maari entryaan, ( hero introduction like south movies )
    Alas khushi never got to see his face , only his words , we all know that husky accented voice 🥴
    Dream sequence from SRK s Yes Boss , kalakarel pongo 🥰

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  28. OH MY GOD.
    Khushi is an engineering student!
    And mechanical!
    Being an engineering student myself, I am now very VERY attached to this story.

    And her god is Shiv ji !
    Meera, I love you ❤😍😍😍😍

    THANK YOU for this setup!
    So excited to read more ❤❤❤

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