The Wind beneath My Wings
My first memory of Ajinkya is that of a tall, lanky, curly haired boy, wearing a chain with a big Aum locket, when he was called out by our Math Professor in our first year of college. Next time was at an Art Exhibition in college where he had oil paintings on display and the third time was during our Statistics practicals when he came and sat next to me and asked for help. This raised quite a few eyebrows as ours was a conservative college where girls and boys sat separately and we had a separate entrance and a separate canteen for girls. From then on we kept meeting and interacting, but it was mostly always in a group. He would sometimes drop me home in his car. I never thought much about it. The first inkling I had that maybe something was different was when he came to pick my friends and me for an inter-collegiate event and presented only me with a rose. My NCC friends started teasing me about him saying that he had fallen for me and I would always brush them off. Till once, ...