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...
The moment I returned to the classroom from the washroom, I took my seat and the teacher entered the classroom the very next moment. The air was thick with anticipation as I struggled to focus on the lectures.
My eyes couldn't help but dart towards him every other moment, as if he was just a figment of my imagination that would disappear at any second. But he didn't. He sat there, gazing intently at the whiteboard, his invisible fingernails nestled between his canines and the same innocence radiating from his face. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth and I knew I was losing my mind.
My eyes drifted to him again, and my heart fluttered with nervousness. I longed to approach him, to strike up a conversation as we had done so many times before. But something held me back - a shyness that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. What would I even say?
After two excruciatingly long lectures it was finally our break. But suddenly, the door creaked open and our English teacher stepped into the room.
Confusion rippled through the class - wasn't it our break now? Her class was supposed to be after the break. Why had she come early? Was she going to teach us during our break too? I could feel the collective groan rising in our throats as we all shared the same thought.
