"Eww! Skinny jeans! Did you just see that!", " OMG! Pink lips! He is so gay!". I am tired of all these shit. Every time. Every moment. I can't take it anymore. And moreover I am not gay! At all. Just because I don't like playing soccer or cricket, doesn't make me gay. But what can I do! Even if I want to take a stand for myself, I cannot. They keep attacking and criticising me one the bases of my appearance. Whenever they are around, they make fun of me and laugh at me. I hate calling them my so called friends. And it's not my fault that I am built like this. Everyone has flaws. Though I don't consider being who I am is my flaws. My biggest flaw is that I am not emotionally strong enough to slap them for every comment they pass. It's only me who knows how I laugh it off. All these shit really hurt me and whenever it does, it's just me, my locked room and my silent tears.
"Come here my little fellow" Mr.Sen says. He is my English teacher and he is very good. He is way too protective and caring about me. We share a very friendly bond and he loves me. "I am special". I also love him a lot. As a teacher. Or maybe not. He is tall and smart and his look completes with a dimple on his left cheek. He is just perfect. Everything a girl needs in her husband. And last but not the least, his voice! It's like drug. The more you listen to it, the more you want to hear it.
"Yes sir!" I replied as I get up and go to him. I always want to make him happy and proud. We are the best teacher-student ever. He hands me a diary with a bookmark. I look at it and I look and him. I am sure he is hiding something. I can read his face. There's a subtle smile at the corner of his lips. I know this Mr.Sen a lot.
"Read it out loud", he says and takes his seat. I look at him once again. He is still smiling. And maybe blushing a bit. Exactly the smile you smile while watching tv with your parents and some 18+ content appears and you try not to smile but you fail. It's maybe his diary. "Okay sir". I start reading. Wait. Okay, just wait. Holy shit. It's his diary and it's my letter. I wrote it to him a year ago. He still has it! I stop reading being absolutely speechless. He is still smiling. I continue reading. I am not looking at the letter. I remember each and every word. Everything is very familiar to me. All are silent and it's only me who is audible. Mr.Sen loved my voice. Once he said. Everyone starts clapping suddenly.
"So students, it was a little example of how you should write a letter. And Raj, meet me after the class". Then class is over and I am with Mr.Sen. We are on the way to his cabin. He enters first and ask me to have a seat. He is still standing.
"Thank you very much" I smirk.
Thud.... What was that!
YOU ARE READING
Fuck! I am so gay!
HumorMeet our teen , Raj , who thinks being gay is the worst but little did he know that he was too. To avoid bullies he insisted himself to bully others and realised that he was so wrong!
