Meri Pyari Bindu
On a bright sunny day of October, with cool breeze touching my face softly, I walk rather slowly on Jannat Road of my university, feeling the pleasant weight of books on my back, lifting my head up as I enter my English department - Picture Perfect! I see my Bindu, who always keeps reminding me that no picture ever remains perfect. She's waiting for me. "Late again?" She asks. "There were two girls walking in front of me, both had long hair. What could've I done?" I tell her. She smacks her hand tenderly on my shoulder and we both, smiling, walk towards our classroom. That's how we used to begin our every normal day - joking, smiling, quarreling. But how many days in the recent years have been normal? New Normal - term that we've used the most, not realizing that adding New with Normal will deprive it of its normality anyway. "Good thing about relationships is that we end up forgetting how they started." T his line of Tokyo from "Mone...