'Duniya mei Kuch rishte aise hote hain joh hum samajhte nahin, Kuch rishte jo hum samajhna nahin chahte. Kuch rishte jin ka koi naam nahin hota, hota hai toh sirf ehsaas. Kuch rishte jin ki koi deewar nahin hoti, sarhad nahin hoti. Aese rishte jo dil ke rishte hote hain, pyar ke rishte hote hain, mohabbat ke rishte hote hain.'
As the mob of students pushed him through the JMC college gates, the disinterest in his eyes betrayed him. He mused to himself about the monotony of fests, same old song and dance. As he looked around something magnificent flashed before his eyes, her beauty, her grace was overpowering. As he followed that fleeting glimpse, for the first time he sensed the music rather than hearing it, he felt his heart beat in his chest and he felt as exquisite and graceful as the dancers he saw before his eyes. He felt larger than himself, an enlightenment of sorts he could not comprehend.
He was now one with the crowd. He wasn't being pushed anymore; he felt the rhythm in their movement. An intangible force moved him towards her. "I am in love" he exalted to himself and to the heavens. A love that was more beautiful and pure than he had ever experienced or could have imagined. He had fallen for her; he had fallen in love with Montage.
Waah! :)
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