02 Her Story

She kept staring at the guy. He wall tall, spectacled, had his hair short cropped. She observed him minutely, kicking the ball in the field. It would be good to become his, forever, she thought.

From that moment she wanted him more than anything else in life. And by the end of the day, she was sure; this was the right guy for her. And that she was in love, for the first and last time in life. Only if he could know, and respond. This was the person who topped the class, the only one who would beat her every time to grab the first position. And you know what? She liked losing to him.

The guy however did not get to know of our young lady’s love for their remaining days in school. So she tried to get her out of this hullabaloo. She asked god to help her stop thinking about him. But to no avail. The mere sight of him, and her heart would loose a beat.

She didn’t even have those long tresses. She was plump because her mother made her gorge till she would vomit. Nothing that lady-like was actually visible on that face of hers. But from within, she could feel a young female, peek her head out. Gradually, the way she looked at thing changed. She happened to read a poem in her English Reader, ‘Child Or Adult’ about the many confusions of an adolescent. She could so well relate her feelings to this piece that this furthered her love affair with the written word.

Be it anywhere, the library, the laboratory, she would cherish the seat next to her love. She was so afraid people would know, more scared about him getting to know of her sentiments. So was scared of the world, so scared of the people around her, her parents, so scared of him. And this was when she began relating love with fearing the person she loved…

A girl from her school topped the board exams. Their lady-dragon principal brought her to make a speech. Besides that, they were also shown a book of poems published by the brilliant girl. Now, she became an inspiration for our girl. With pressure from parents, mounting on her weak shoulders, she studied harder. And she did beat the topper guy in one of the exams, finally. But this only heightened her love for him. Hopeless, is not she?

And somewhere in the midst of this pandemonium she wrote her first story, the first after a numerous tit-bit poems written on the cover pages of history and geography books. It was about a teenager, who was away to the mountains in the summer holidays, and looked out for a ghost one night.

Plus, Newton’s Third Law was a good consolation for her. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Though, ‘he’ didn’t love her today, never mind, he would realize her undying love for him, some day…later…and love her back, exactly the way she had imagined…