It's a tale unaltered by time or memory, true to what happened in reality.
We all have read about carefree boy and introvert girl trope penned by authors but how was it in real life ?
As you delve into these pages, at end of my each poetry , I'll s...
On a warm day in early August, the sky was overcast with heavy clouds. The air was thick with humidity and the scent of rain hung in the air. It looked like it was going to rain, so I decided to take the local bus a little earlier than usual. From the main highway where the bus stopped, it was a short 5-minute walk along the lane to reach the institute.
I arrived almost 40 minutes early. As I made my way to my seat in the empty classroom, I heard the sound of the door opening. I turned around and saw that it was Aadarsh. He had come early, I thought to myself, and he was alone. He usually arrived at the institute in the van along with Danish and Shivam, but it seemed like he had decided not to take the van today.
I sat down at my desk in silence while Aadarsh took his seat in the row in front of mine and immediately immersed himself in his phone screen.
After a few moments, he called out my name in his infamous mispronunciation - "Sanya." He turned his head back towards me as he looked at me. "Which school are you from?" he inquired.
I told him the name of my school and then asked him which school he attended out of basic courtesy.
He told me the name of his school, but I was already familiar with it. It was located near the town where I was born.
So I asked him where he was from and he told me about his town but i knew it too .It was a town that I used to pass through whenever I visited my old home.
We then struck up a great conversation. I informed him that I was familiar with his town and told him about mine and the school I had attended until grade 4. He was familiar with that school. He later told me that one of his friends was from the same town I used to live in and it turned out that I knew that boy too. He had been a neighbor of mine when I used to live in that town.
I then told him how anxious I had been on my first day when he had joked around with me and how that had only made me dislike him. He threw his head back laughing and told me that they had thought I was Arun Sir's niece so he had just said that in fun thinking I would probably tell my so-called uncle about Shivam.
We later talked about our families. I learned that he had a younger sister and since I have an older brother, he told me that younger siblings can be very annoying while trying to tease me. We almost got into a battle about which sibling suffers more. We laughed a little at the end of our conversation as we called a truce.
A sense of disappointment washed over me as our very first proper conversation came to an end. It felt like I could talk to him for hours without feeling weird.
There was something about our conversation that unknowingly bloomed an alien emotion within me. A warmth spread through my chest as we talked, and I found myself smiling more and more. Through our simple exchange, I sensed his politeness and kindness. Until now, I had only known him as the funny guy in class, always sitting with a Cheshire grin and mischief in his mind. But as we talked, I realized he was really fun to be with. His laughter was infectious and I couldn't help but feel drawn to his energy.
Soon enough, the other students started arriving and filling up the classroom.
But even though our sweet conversation had come to an end, the smile never left my face
