The Unsaid Childhood Love Story !!! :-)

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            Ask anyone and he/she'll say that "School days were the best". Ask me, and I'll say the same. No, not because I liked those benches or those teachers or my school, but just because School days are those when we start learning new things. Here, new things does not mean the concepts, theories, mathematical formulas etc. It means those things that we were unable to share with our parents. :-) Those are the teenage days and hence, we loved to explore some mischievous sides of our childhood. Everyone loved to play the Love Percentage games on the last pages of the notebook. Everyone loved making paper-balls and throwing at our friends. Everyone loved playing X-O when the periods were on. Everyone loved to giggle when a friend used to give a wrong answer or get punished. Everyone loved to keep hands over mouth and talk with our bench partner. Everyone loved to make two friends fight while we were the main culprit because of whom both of them messed with each other. :-)

            One such sweet part of School Days was developing crush on someone. When the teacher used to teach us about how Aurangzeb jailed his own father- Shah Jahan behind the bars and how Assam's soil helps it to grow more tea and how Constitution works in the Parliament, we used to stare the most beautiful girl of our class. And some cool students like me, who always liked someone who had good features but still looked by none, ignored the most beautiful girl of the class and looked at her. And, few of us would be so lucky that the one whom we stared also stared at us after every 25 seconds. :-) Some of us were also caught by the teacher who used to say,"Mr. so and so, better than concentrating on her, concentrate on the blackboard." :-) After entering in our secondary school in 6th-7th std, we asked one of the girls living in the same colony to ask about the view our crush had about us. And she promised to help us by tomorrow and tell the results in tomorrow's maths tuition class. :-)

            And once our crush got the message that we are behind her, the smile started getting passed, the eyes started sharing glances while hand started trying to touch each other's hand when the girls and boys stood in the queue adjacent to each other while going to PT Exercise or any extra-curricular activity at the Assembly hall. :-) The celebration we had with our friends those who knew that we love her after touching her hand was just equivalent to the one when we touch our girlfriend's breast now-a-days. :-p In the school bus, when we were made to sit on the same seat as of her's, the trip almost became Ferrari ki Sawari for that 50 minutes of journey. :-) Similarly, when we were made to sit with our crush/class's most beautiful girl on the same bench for next 1 week, we prayed God for each second to move slowly. :-) Every time we were made to write something, rather than looking at our book while writing, we looked at her fallen hair over her notebook, her dedicated eyes towards the notebook, her nails which wanted to grow up but the school made her to keep it clipped and the pen which we targeted to steal one day just because her fingers touched it. :-)

            I still remember the moment in 6th std when I was made to sit with the class's most beautiful girl for next one month. She disliked whenever I banged the bench to create a music for the song that I used to sing in my heart. After many-a-times when she requested me to stop it, when she saw that this bloody idiot isn't going to leave this idiocy, she held my hand one day when I played the bench again. And, the moving hands of teacher ceased in a pose, children those were writing paused the very moment, the student playing on the playground stood like statue, the trees those were dancing because of the wind started staring at our hands.. and I, kept on looking at my lucky right wrist which was caught by her left hand. And, you can understand the condition of my heart in that very moment that I still remember it. :-) I still remember the day when I was made to hold the hand of my crush while practicing a lotus formation choreography in the Republic Day celebration. I used to make it sure that I stood just in the right side of hers so that I could get a chance to hold her hand and enhance the quality of my school days. And when we were brought close to our crush in school, either by making us to sit in the same bench, or by making her our Dance Partner in Annual Gathering, we started hating the two days holiday. We wanted school to happen every day. We wanted to see that beautiful face in each and every second we were in school.

           I also remember those depressing days when the most beautiful girl of the class or my crush used to be absent. How much I hated every teacher who asked me the questions, every boy who wanted me to talk nonsense with him and every hour which passed as slow as Dravid's knocking speed. :-) But, rather than mentioning those disheartening moments, I would like to move now with the nostalgic moments you are in after reading this. I hope your school's crush name came in front of your eyes after reading this and you have already searched her on Facebook and clicked on "Add Friend". :-)

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  ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU