Kindle to Rekindle

1. Whirlwind on Wheels

"Why are all stories lost in moments? Do these moments decide the genre of the story?" Nivedya R. Singh's question clean-bowled his teacher. She had numerous answers swirling in her mind, but none seemed to precisely capture the essence of this thought-provoking query.

"Umm... Umm..." The teacher was still trying to frame an answer when the school  bell rang and she sighed in relief. "We will take this tomorrow?" The  teacher quickly packed her stuff in her bag and dismissed the class.

The funny best friend of Nivedya named Collin who had always stayed with him in his thick and thin exclaimed, "Woah! Nivi, dude! The teacher was zipped. It was such a boring class that you just made it interesting. Why did you choose drama? It's... it's... So- dramatic!"

"It's 'drama' for a reason? Duh!" Nivedya reasoned with  Colin who bobbed his head 'dramatically' before sitting in his school  bus.

"Niviiii... Hi. Look what I got for you." A tall-framed girl with beautiful tanned skin and a slightly shrill voice gave Nivedya a  notebook which he flipped and smiled.

"Thank you, Janice. You are  a saviour. How did you even know I didn't do my science project?" Nivedya questioned admiring the file in his hand.

"Well, I just like to keep tabs on you... I mean you know, you are my junior and as a good senior, it is my duty to help my..." Janice straightened Nivedya's already set collar and continued, "friendly, juniors."

"Hey, Janice, friends?" Collin forwarded his hand proposing to Janice for friendship.

"Sure, Collin. But first, stop picking boogers from your nose before shaking hands. Filthy!" Janice left making a disgusting face and Nivedya laughed at him. He stepped back before Collin could put his hand on his shoulder.

Collin ran after Nivedya teasing him with his dirty hands and shouting, "Nivi buddy, you can't stay away from me. Remember, we shook hands for the first time in the first standard, in the bathroom after peeing, and before washing our hands? This is just some boogers."
The two best friends were running in the lush green gardens of Swarnbhoomi High School until their school bus arrived.

A school bus is a place where you create some fond memories. Make friends with those, not in your class. Memorise the house of your crush. Fight for a window seat, bitch about teachers and school, and steal snacks from others' bags. Nivedya's bus ride to his home was no exception to these indispensable activities.

Walking a distance of about half a  kilometer from the main entrance of his palatial house to the entrance of the residential building, Nivedya kicked the football in his garden,  picked the water spout, and sprinkled it aimlessly on the grass singing  his favourite song before finally entering the huge living room.

"Rose D, I am home," Nivedya called aloud to his governess who raised him since he was a toddler.

Rose, a lady in her late thirties remarked sarcastically, "Thanks for calling me out. I didn't realise you were home." Nivedya pulled her cheeks before running to his room and Rose shouted, "You brat! Come down quickly. I have arranged a new science teacher for you."

"No, Rose D! Not again. I hate science. The chemical formulas and equations  are so boring." Nivedya's dismal was visible in his tone.

"You, are the son of a tech genius. Our company, Swarnbhoomi Technologies is soon going to be number one in India. Your hot and sexy, big brother, Abhedya R. Singh, that is me, is going to top his college fourth year in a row and become the first student in the Engineering department to do that, his little brother, hates Science? Not cool bro. Science runs in our genes. I have offered you before I can help you, but you cannot even grasp basic concepts. I suggest we get a DNA test done for you. You  don't belong to us." Nivedya's elder brother, Abhedya poked him and snatched his apple.