The Story Began--2

Seating arrangement used to be gender wise in the class, not because it was in the discipline chart but due to conformity. Out of nowhere she sat beside him that day…’not a big deal…it’ll be the first and the last day’…he thought. But she was up to something…she stayed…they became friends…another story began. She was chubby and peppy while he…lean and shy. She was cute and chatty…hmmm he was also cute but silent. Her frisky feature fascinated him. His sensible style stimulated her. At times she was lovely and her sparkling smile created waves inside him but he never realized the intensity. It was only when she didn’t come to school one day…the next day…the day after…for the whole week…it seemed like a hundred years to him and he realized it was not just friendship. He got worried…what will happen if she will also leave him and go away…or ‘Has she already gone?’ this mere thought was appalling. What is all this…he can’t let this happen again…he won’t be able to survive the stroke this time…but he is missing her gravely…life was so colorful when she was around and all of a sudden it had become pale…her presence made everything so interesting…even the most irksome subject would turn into a thrilling movie and now its just the other way round…’where is she…what happened…I need her…please come back.’

Finally she came…oh what a sigh of relief…its that feeling again…but he ignored her…as if he didn’t remember her anymore…he was afraid that she would get upset…its been so long and he didn’t say a word to her…not even a simple HI…didn’t ask her the reason of her absence…wasn’t he curious?...did he at all care for her?...didn’t he miss her?...is it that she was important only when she made him laugh and now when she is in some trouble she means nothing? But his intentions were not to hurt her…instead he didn’t want his feelings to fly again because the feathers(she) might leave him one day…leave him forever…leave him alone…and these feelings of his…which are so curious to fly today may crash…hard on to the ground…and may never be able to fly again. She didn’t notice the whirlwind of his mind…in fact she acted in a similar manner…she sat beside a girl…didn’t say a word to him…hardly looked at him…didn’t pay any attention towards him. Now…all he thought would be disturbing her because of his reaction were actually annoying him vice versa…’ why is she not talking to me?...shouldn’t she tell me the reason of her absence?…didn’t she miss me?...am I not her friend anymore? She seems happy among her friends and doesn’t need me. Is it over…or never started?

This went on and never changed…there were hundreds and thousands of questions which kept on exhausting his nerves everyday but he could not ask her now as it was too late…and one day she left school…leaving all such questions unanswered. ‘It is late now…I should have talked to her when she was around. Parting would have been much easier.’ thought the stupid boy. All alone again…with a moral…so painful that he would better cut his own throat. I better not elaborate on his condition much because it was obviously pathetic I better tell you how he recovered. The only thought which comforted him was that she also had the same feeling for him but since she knew she was going to leave him she decided not to continue it further and it was a matter of only a month and a half...