The door opens silently and that half sleep half awake voice (with numbers of shocks and happiness lying in his smile) said come inside Naina.
I went inside of a bachelor's room first time in my life and that so when the bachelor is your first love and yet to answer him, for all his questions. Again all butterflies and few dinosaurs started jumping inside me, I managed myself and went inn.When I entered inside his room it was a big mess any human can see live in their lifetime. His blanket was on the floor, the mosquito net was half knotted, water bottle was half full and glass was empty with water but full of dust, his half wet towels were hanging from various corners, his pair of shoes and sandals were responsibly disorganised and his underwear was hanging on his doors. I have never seen a room like this much disgust and that much dirty and unorganised in my lifetime.
Slowly he came close to me and;
Amit: I love you Naina, you made my day.
Saying this line, without any delay he hugged me tight and my arms spreads too hug him.
I was chilled, like a beer, because never hugged anyone in my life earlier (any man). I didn't know that time what should I supposed to reply, I chose silence and be in his arms & but within few seconds my brain alerts me loud that I have come here in his room, hiding from maa and Gauri and they would have killed me after knowing it. I wanted to be in this moment but I gathered my consciousness and decided to leave this room and I left.Though it was only 8-10 house between ours houses in the lane, but that day while walking in the lane, first time I felt what is called walking in breeze, I was happy, scared, tensed, thrilled, exited and loved (if any other emotion left, that too) all at same time. The feeling of being in Love was too new but too beautiful.
Finally I have started listening D and my friend in school for their famous 'Lovegyans'. No one knew that I am too in love but I have silently started following their path. After our story started I was doing very good in maths not for my own result improvement but for his respect. I always sat with him; he was also very happy in classes. We chitchat on the back page of my notebook while solving maths problem. My each notebook was a tale of first love, which used to speak a lot silently, they became the reason of my blushing. Almost daily he used to write something which make me blush and I kept them so carefully.
One day, he came and he said,
Amit: Hi Naina
Me: Hi, what happened? Why are you here?
Amit: Guess what I have for you?
Me: What?
Amit: Offer Letter.
Me: What Offer Letter?
Amit: The job I was trying from last three years, I got this, I got the job as a Maths Teacher in a Govt School today. You are so lucky for me love... I love you Naina... You just came in my life few weeks ago and see my entire destiny is changing.
Me: Wow... Am so happy for you.(actually I was so happy for him)
Amit: Now we can be together forever. Now I can marry you. I have a safe secured job.
Me: Marry? I am only 13 and half!
Amit: Oh not immediately baby, in future I meant, leave let's go for an outing. Let's plan this Sunday. I want to spend time with you where no one will disturb us. Where I can sleep in your lap, I can play with your hairs and can hold your hands for hours without any disturbances. Let's make a plan baby.
Me: (Bit uncomfortable but still I asked him) where would we go?
Amit: Let me think and finalise the place, I will tell you, also will inform, from where I will pick you
He said so many things that I was bit silent and nodded with a Ok.
Amit: Meanwhile you plan how to convince aunty (my mother) to allow you for my classes.
Me: Yes I am thinking this too, let me try.
Amit: Bye see you soon love.Now I have started planning as much as possible for a human brain, to convince Maa that if I will not go to Amit Da's classes my result will again be bad. After all math and science are the most effective and scoring subjects and finally Naina-Brain succeeded to convince her for classes.
To be continued
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Shades Of Thirteen
Non-Fiction~ Dedicated to those who are enough courageous to repeat their mistakes until - The mistake itself don't surrender ~