Drooling and Dumpling..

Summers are interesting seasons you actually want to put off everything you are wearing but yet have to worry what people will think about you, Summers In Delhi were onset and Kudrat was ready to cope with all the weather change around him, from long skirts of girls to hot pants, From small streets of his town to national highways.. Taxis to metro’s, Shops to malls everything was ironically dynamic around him. Like a freshman he was adopting to the details of his surroundings.. Destiny could have given him sometime before putting him into a new roller coaster ride but things are not that simple.

Swadha was descendent about her new job and working hard to make it work. Her challenges were increasing day by day. She knew how to handle the situations but her measurable tendencies could put things on stake sometimes, for Swadha nothing goes for a ride even the smallest details are truly important. Perfection was her “mantra” and “dedication” was her tool. She was a reserve person she always kept work to work with people around her, because her positive aura (consisted of her smooth and sensuous voice, her lightning eyes and tender smile) could not let people to be away from her, Her Assisters look up to her for guidance and for fellows she was the best advisor.

Samar the new guy in the college was trying to make his mark on colleagues and instructors, Swadha was Obliviously his favorite instructor, He keep talking about her to Kudrat most of the times Kudrat would have given a piece of mind to it if he would have got time from all the new bees around him. Well “Bees” was the term Samar gave to all the girls hovering around Kudrat, he sometimes felt irritated due to them as Kudrat was the only friend to him and those girls used to Sting him away in order to make their space around Kudrat.. one texting, another calling, and one bee even came to their place with flowers and food . Samar use to enjoy it until unless he had good food and his space with Kudrat. Once that space is overwhelmed by somebody’s presence he would get mad .

That’s how things were going on Drooling and dumpling in the lives of Delhi’s new comers and a not so Delhi’ite girl.