School-Crush

 

We are all trapped by this experience, yet we don’t dare to share because every love story cannot be the story of Romeo and Juliet; despite this line, I take myself to my school romantic days. So bear with me to dear it in you…

It was early winter morning. There were desiccated leaves dancing in the tune of the winter breeze and standing flowering plant thirstily waiting for the fresh down pour. Silent academic blocks where bored enough without its tenants for a long time. And dated15/02/2009 was the day all yawned and yelled after the long winter hibernation.

‘Good morning, good morning’…we greeted each other. Suddenly, ‘tring…tring …tring’ the bell rang. I glanced over my Nu. 50 digital watch and it was 8:30, time for social work. Our principal announced through the mike “10A- assembly ground, 10B-basketball court, and so on…” I and my classmate went to the assembly ground and we begin to sweep the ground. In the cloud of dust I was covering my half face with left hand and holding broom by right, “excuse me” somebody from the back requested. Immediately I turned around. He said “can you please, help me to find principal’s office”. I guided him till office main door.

Morning assembly bell rang.

We were placed in the same previous year’s class. I sit at the back corner. While I was busy cleansing my table, “good morning sir” everybody roared. To my surprise, our class teacher was coming with one new face.

He introduced the new comer and seated her in the front.

During lunch break I was scribbling on the wasted paper without bothering anything. “Hey, what are you doing?” Astonishingly, she was standing beside me. “Simply’ nothing” I responded shyly. Oh! And “Thank you for helping my dad this morning”, “that was my pleasure” I said. Then we remained exchanging talks until the time’s demand.

That night, I couldn’t sleep well. I was like insomniac patient. I turn very side and tried to get asleep but in vain. I didn’t know what was happening within me. I thought I was totally disturbed by the evil spirit.

Next day I shared about my troublesome night to my friends. They were giggling at each other. I enquired them about that, “You silent killer. You are disturbed by that girl; a new comer” they shouted. Instantly, I had to shut them up.

Thereafter they begin to tease me of that girl making me embarrassed in front of other girls but surprisingly she hadn’t any ripple effect of that tease.

Gradually, I begin to like her habits; I begin to appreciate her every action; I started to jot every word that she spoke to me. In her absence, I would miss her like thirsty traveler missing a pound where he saw his reflection; I would remember her like mother remembering her death baby. Everything in me started to devote her. In my body, she was my heart; in my heart, she was my blood; in my breath, she was my air.

Everything was happening in me, only in coward me. Till the date I couldn’t express it to her. My friends used to encourage me but of no avail. Although I have written hundreds of letters targeting her but couldn’t errand to her even one, fearing the rejection.

One Sunday evening, while I was reading a book “The Ultimate Truth by Osho”, my cellphone beeped. It showed 4 messages. I found it was from my desk partner. Breathtakingly, it read “I am sorry my friend. I found three letters in your history textbook; I gave it to her last Saturday. Wait for the reply lover boy and…”

I was totally numbed…

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