“Hello World” I LOVE YOU – College Love Short Story

That morning was as typical beginning at some other day. Transport number 620 ended at Factory's West Gate. We moved in, following her in a line. I sat nearby her while others staying near our seat chuckling over silly, bumbling and baseless talks. Our Stylo skillfully endeavored to get a better than average look of her while uninterested yet quietly joining our trades. His eager eyes were pinkish and swollen however perfect on the goal.

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He was the most chosen individual paying little heed to by any stretch of the imagination – study, games or so far as that is concerned even love. He induced our listless social event to get up at 6:30 AM and stroll around 3 Kilometers consistently to get the 620 at Factory's West Gate just to get five more minutes to get her closeness. Usually 620, in travel to our school, took five minutes from Factory's West Gate – her stacking up point – to our hotel stop that a significant long time back used to be our stacking up point.

In the first place day she was dazed to see us coming reverse approach to go to a college however right away Stylo took her out from her dazzling state,

"Prosperity is wealth… you know… morning breeze outstandingly stable"

0 Compilation Error. 0 Linking Error.

As a result of her "PC" mind that couldn't interface twofold focal points if breeze would be better directed to our "bothersome" body while walking around course of the school.

It's inside and out started three weeks already that day when our first semester result was declared.

A half year back when we joined the school, he was my room associate – continually canvassed in books, never wore pants yet furthermore never exchanged off on his look and dress. To be sure, even in winter, every morning he washed and shampooed his week after week trimmed hair. His dim shoes constantly shimmered, sooner or later significantly more than his shining swollen eyes seeing the test results. His dress all around squeezed, better than our educators'. All things considered if I was North Pole – a vivacious, interesting, chipper North Indian who assumed that overabundances were trimming and substance of masculinity – then he was South Pole – a cleaned, educated, "delighted in by each mother" sort of South Indian who assumed that each reference in undertaking papers required a cautious answer to legitimize his quality in this prominent building school. We named him Stylo in light of the way that his authentic name, something like Sithapathi Thimmapuram Yadhunandan Lakshminarayana Opillamani, was excessively long for us, making it impossible to verbalize.

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To begin with semester result was articulated. Stylo, obviously, was clear broad topper leaving her at second position by immense differentiation of 50 marks. Regardless of the way that we, the slow assembling, had no resistance or not thought of having so with Stylo yet something hurt us, genuinely.

To reduce our slant, we played a trap against him. Starting now and into the foreseeable future everyone in cabin, wherever in school, started talking about the "PC" topper young woman in programming class warmly seeing at "Electrical Engineer", the general topper, our Stylo. This was the fundamental class that was held commonly.

"Stylo, for what reason not reply to her… gosh! She kept watching you in programming lab… you first ranker… She second… respectable join"

"Look at her… today again.. by god, she is fascinated with you"

"Hi, why only both of you tasked… it can't be event… uh?.."

"I heard she appreciates Madras… and necessities to settle there"

"you know.. She started learning Madrasi… pyaar to hai director! kal mandir mai baal mai phool bhi lagayi"

(essentially following couple of years afterward we came to understand that Stylo was Telugu which was not exactly the same as Madrasi)

Following couple of days, it started working. Cupid in like manner joined our trap by striking Stylo hard. Lucky he !!!

"I swear, I saw her watching me in class… "

"PC is interesting branch.. I should apply for branch trade"

(those days simply waitlist used to join PC as this was considered un-planning branch)

"Aiyo Ramachandra! She talks so sweet… I adored her talk in go head to head with respect to"

"She looks like my Amma.. outstandingly better than average young woman… like Goddess Padmavati"

Additionally, inside week, he influenced us to walk around him to Factory's West Gate transport stop to find 620 for morning programming lab…

That day, in PC lab when we all in all were found up with finding 'H', 'E', '#', '/' and other ASCII characters scattered indiscriminately on PC reassure in a failed attempt to make our first "Howdy World" program by composing first instance of C Programming by Dennis Ritchie, Stylo aced it inside no time and showed after Ritchie that C is fit lingo and that it can be used for something remarkable furthermore other than creating "Greetings World".

"Hi… I requested and no screw up… yet don't know where is exe" Stylo tried to be as low as possible when he called her total thought on his PC screen.

We lost excitement for the debilitating movement of finding keys while composing and started seeing the combine.

"Did you press F7 to gather… " she asked.

"No. I used charge line instigate to total the record." Replied Stylo that skiped over our head however who was captivated to acknowledge what arrange incite gathering is.

"Well… let me see" Now she was absolutely hanging over Stylo. In envious we started censuring ourselves to play the trap.

"Allow me to check configuration record. Exe isn't in work coordinator"

"… here it is"

We in general came closer to see come to fruition. She ran the exe by composing request and it ran…

"Greetings World, I LOVE YOU" we could read it clearly on the screen.

"Why it isn't printing just Hello World." her "PC" mind would open program to "research".

"I get it is speaking to me" It was Mr. Sithapathi Thimmapuram Yadhunandan Lakshminarayana Opillamani.

We braked our customary instinct to make "OOOOOOoooooooo… " sound, minute we found her eyes were darted with Stylo's.

Following twenty years they both now guarantee a million dollar programming association in Chennai "FWG Software Private Limited", cheerfully married with two youngsters who have shorter… essentially shorter names than their father's.

Thoughtful no uncertainty… I fail to reveal to you full sort of their association's name. FWG stays for Factory's West Gate.