I dream of gennie.

Was it a Monday or a Tuesday morning? . . . . . . . .

Hell ya it was a Monday morning .Had I been a painter ,I could have painted the entire episode which just happen to play before my eyes like a dream ,but since I am a writer let me just create a scene for you guys so that you can unleash your imaginations .

I happen to have been gifted with the best friends one could find on the entire planet and that’s why I couldn't deny them even with my life .But when it comes to leaving my beloved computer for something as trivial as rigorous exercise , I would definitely like to make an exception .Every day I save my ass with petty excuses like ," I haven't had breakfast , lunch and even my evening snacks for the past two days" or sometimes ,”I have a severe back pain ,could you get me a pain killer please” or " Dude its Friday and on Sunday the gym is closed ,so let me start from Monday ".

One wretched Monday morning, I was on a balanced diet regime planned by our super loaded Hero (Nithin A.K.A Tintin) with all his six pack abs and perfectly chiseled body to which I couldn't deny anymore .So when the evening came, I wasn't left with a single excuse to make. Finally I told my sweetheart lappy not to worry, that I will be fine and I will definitely return back totally in one piece for she was the second love of my life without which I couldn't survive.

So here I was outside the picturesque sports complex to which I had bid farewell on my last P&T games day, accompanied by three friends just to ensure I didn't run away to devour pizzas and get a hold on my favorite fruity instead of sweating like a pig .We went early just to save me from the embarrassment of the sight of those smelly rock golems.

"Things have changed Victor”, I said."What did you just say, like what has changed”, he inquired. You never told me that they entertained pretty cheerleaders after I left coming to the S.C. Oh gosh!!! Grow up dude this is B.I.T, these girls are here for practicing as the badminton tournament are up the corner. Now I know why you are so passionate about badminton, I don't blame you though, I too would have been if you could have informed me a bit earlier.

Victor, as evident it could be, went to the badminton court and my third friend who prefers to remain anonymous went for the volleyball practice , Nithin went to his rigorous training while I being a beginner was signed off to run a mere of 8 rounds around the track to warn up .

As lucky as I am, I have earned the trust of my friends so I was left alone to perform the simple task without being watched.

So I started my patrol around the S.C to find something interesting which would make my day. Soon enough I found a girl who has intrigued me for sometime. I started strolling behind her.

She was wearing a black capri , a dark blue & white striped top which teasingly offered the sight of her beautiful slender waxed legs and arms, very light orange canvas shoes with white socks and her hair was neatly tied .

I don't remember how many rounds I ran, but what I remember is that I was summoned soon by Nithin who was kind enough to let me off for the day as he thought eight sincere rounds were sufficient for the first day. So he engulfed himself into his routine and I set out again to stalk the lady in the black Capri.

To my dismay, she was to be seen no where .Had she left for her hostel, did she go practicing, or had something happened to her, so many questions flashed my mind. As it was getting dark and the visibility had considerable reduced ,I decided to walk to the other side just in case I saw her or else there was always an another day.

To my surprise I found her. She was sitting on the ground, maybe she was taking rest. She tried to speak but wasn't able to .As I went closer I could see tears rolling down her pretty cheeks. What in this world could have happened to this girl who was jogging a moment ago to sit and cry? I inquired if she was ok and if she needed help. She said that she had stumbled upon and had badly hurt her leg and that she wasn't able to get up.

I was struck by the hypnotism in her voice .I undid her shoes and socks as gently as I could. The swelling was bad .I told her to have patience and that I would get her a pain relief spray. I ran to the office and explaining the situation was given a crepe bandage and a spray .I hurried back to the girl, applied the provided relief spray and wrapped that lucky bandage around her ankle.

I sat beside her without uttering a word more because I wanted to adore her beautiful eyes and less because she wouldn't be able to talk much in pain. It was then that I noticed that she had let her hair loose. They were as black as night, as dense as the rain forests, looked as soft as silk and smelled like eternity by L’Oreal. And the black ear rings that she wore looked amazingly cute. Had it been a Hindi movie, I would be singing a song near the pyramids entertaining the mummies, but soon my gaze was broken as she uttered those three words instead of two. Just when I was expecting she would say "Thank you" and leave, she said "My name's Magic". Well I wasn't expecting that, so I replied back,"and I am Magician". She laughed to my great relief and it appeared that the pain had subsided and she was enjoying my company. We talked for sometime and as it was getting darker she tried to stand on her own in vain. Least willing, I offered her to arrange for an ambulance to drop her to the hostel to which she denied. Instead she asked me to accompany her if I wasn’t uncomfortable with it. You see the magic had engulfed the magician and he couldn’t deny, not because he wanted to help but because every moment with her brought him unspoken happiness. Moreover his lappy could wait a little longer and it wouldn’t feel jealous until he wrote about the Magic he felt into her secondary memory.

To be continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .