The name ‘Isha’ reminds me of my junior college days.She was my best friends’ girlfriend.We were a gang of spoiled brats who aimed at nothing.Our life was goal less as we were deeply inspired by parties and western culture.During one of those wild night parties,I met this gorgeous young lady of 17 who was introduced to me as “Isha Gill” who was my best friend Aneesh’s girlfriend.
“Ronnie meet Isha,” Aneesh said.
“Hey young lady looking gorgeous ehh!,” I said to her.
“By the way this is Ronnie Matharu,” I added.
“Hello Ronnie,pleased to meet you,” she said to me.
“Dude, don’t hit on her or ogle at her.She is mine,” Aneesh winked at me.
“I won’t,” I smiled back.