The jinxed room no. 13!



 "Where's the dance club", she asked one of the seniors, standing in the corridors of the college. He told her "Room no. 13 to the left ". She thought he's kidding. She confirmed yet again....."Rrrroom no.....13?". He affirmed.

Shreya was a bit of superstitious. 13 is an unlucky number, so to say. She was somewhat scared too. "Are they pulling my leg? Ragging me or something?....but dance is my dream and destination. I have to join this club in order to get recognised", she thought.

Shreya walked down the corridors. She turned left and there was the room....no.13.

She was at the door and hesitantly peeped in. There were few students sitting in the audience seats. Some were standing in the wings of the stage, making some electrical connections for mic and speakers. One corner was occupied by girls, giggling, watching some video and her eyes fell on a handsome young man, with a guitar in his hands.

 He was stringing ...Everything I do..I do it for you...by Bryan Adams. She stood there, tapping her foot gently on the beats...humming....Don't tell me, it's not worth trying for....staring at him, lost in her world.

The handsome man was on the makeshift stage, sitting on a chair.

He finished his song, got down, high fived his friends and was about to leave from the door. Shreya was standing in the way out, totally zoned out. 

He snapped his fingers and said "Excuse me". Shreya got herself together and looked up. Her hazel eyes, lined with kohl, made him pause for a second. Shreya stepped back and he brushed passed her. The guitar on his shoulder, hit her slightly. Shreya turned abruptly and her head hit the door. "Ouch!", she exclaimed, rubbing her head. She could feel the swelling on her head. 

He looked back and stopped. "I am sorry...are you hurt?", he asked, with a concerned voice. "Room no.13...yes, that's the reason, I got hurt", Shreya's soliloquy. "No, I am ok", she replied. He once again glanced at her hazel eyes, they were genuinely intriguing, he made a thumbs-up and left.

Shreya stood there watching him leave. The tune of his song still playing in her mind.

She went in. The senior girls inquired about her. She told them that she wanted to join the dance club. They took down her details, her class, her phone number,..etc. One of the girls asked her to show some steps, so that they could see what preparation she has done. They put on the music and Shreya performed. They all clapped for Shreya. Shreya was happy to be admitted in the club. They asked her to join from next Tuesday. Club days are Tuesdays and Thursdays, they said. Shreya filled the form and handed it over to them.

She was about to leave but stopped and asked, "Who was the young man who was playing guitar, earlier?". The girls looked puzzled. "What? Which man?What guitar?", they said. "Everything I do, I do it for you...he played this song sometime ago", Shreya said. "He was sitting on that chair, on the stage", she added. The girls glanced at each other, "There was no one sitting there, nor did anybody play guitar. This is a dance club dear, not the music club. The music club is in room no.15, the sound must've been from that room", they said.


Shreya was puzzled, she had not only heard the song but seen him play too. Shreya got scared....is it the room no.13 effect.....she literally skipped a heartbeat...."Didn't he brush passed me? Yah, he did", she murmured and touched the swelling on her head...Yes! it's there..."There was someone playing guitar here....", before she could complete her sentence, the girls started laughing. Shreya got befuddled now.


"It was Suraj, who was playing guitar", the girls said. Shreya gave them a more confused look. "The no.13, as many of them believe in, is supposed to be unlucky, the jinx attached, some are superstitious, so we do joke around with new students joining in...in this Room no.13", they laughed some more.

Shreya breathed a sigh of relief, at same time was annoyed with the seniors. It could've given her a heart attack, she thought.

She quickly left the room and briskly walked. As she walked pass the room no.15, she caught a glance of Suraj, there.

Their eyes met. He smiled at her, making a thumbs-up again. "Hmm! He is real! Thank God!", she said, rubbing her head.



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