Fallen But Unwithered

04. Is this love?

It feels so good to say 'take Care' to someone.
But it feels much better to hear ' and yeah...I'll take care of you'

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Plexurina👑

"May I know where are you going to young lady?" the principal repeated.

"I...uh..mm.." I stammered, pointing my fingers to some unknown object.

I wanted to tell him something but my mouth wouldn't let me. I was there just like a two yeared- baby who had recently learnt speaking. And had been stammering for a whole complete minute.

" Are you thinking of bunking class?" He asked furious, raising one of his thick eyebrows.

"No!" I snapped.
Well thank god! That a NO finally came out.

"Then?" He eyed me shrewdly.

I could again feel the burn in my stomach extending up to my throat. I couldn't speak, once again. I could just point to some anonymous object, my eyeballs tracing a complete rotation.

Oh! Screw me!

"Come to my office. Noww!" he screamed.

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Two days had passed since the incident. I was laying down on my bed. My hands outstretched widely on the mattress that stood above the bed and my eyes were facing the ceiling.
The Ceiling.
White painted.
Simple and clean.

As always I had no work to do. I had been suspended for three days because I was so called 'bunking class', because I was supposed to be attending my classes the moment  I was caught by the principal running wild in the building corridors.
I was just thinking of how disgusting my school was. It just restricted me from the school, without even listening to me properly. I know I had stammered for a long time, but they were teachers that taught lessons on truth. And they must be wise enough to understand me. They are the real trashes.
Disgusting people in the Universe!

I grabbed my mobile from the nearby table and decided of devouring my anger through friendsbook. Literally, I was damn furious. I was thinking of updating a status writing,

"Troublesome t********, what is it that we have done to you, huh? Have we eaten up your food or married your husband? Is that the way you treat us????
I curse you get bitten by dog even though you sit on an Eiffel tower tall camel!!!"

But, unfortunately,  to the teacher's good luck, they didn't get cursed by me.

As soon as I opened my friendsbook page, I got a message. I opened it and was shocked to find eight unread messages among which six of them was from Ronny.

"Yes, are you fine?"
"Umm..How are your days going?"
"Plexi...??!"
"Tell me, I'm waiting."
"You really don't wanna talk to me?"
"I miss you."

I hadn't gone through my friendsbook since the day I got suspended, and probably it was the same day,  I hadn't got a reply to my message from Ronny.

Huh? Did he just mentioned he missed me?

I could feel my cheeks going hot and me smiling to myself. I felt a chill through my nape. I was really happy, so happy that I stood up and started dancing. Dancing so wildly that was neither salsa nor ballet, but that which a person belonging to a mental asylum would do, probably.
It doesn't even have a name.

I felt convinced. I felt amazing. I felt beautiful. Had he been as much restless as I was? Had he wanted to talk to me as much as I had wanted to him?

Yes man, I was really in love.
I thought love required patience, devotion and understanding, the most important of all, time. Is this how having a tiny sparky crush on someone felt like? Is this what it feels when you get something that you'd never want to lose?

If it was, then I was I  love. With him. Whom I'd never met. Never seen. I didn't even know how he laughed, how he smiled.

Was this thing sure to be love? But this happened so quick, so suddenly, I didn't even know how did this happen? This was quick. So, will it last long? Will it get transient?  Will it be as soon as it took its time to get implanted onto my heart?

But, for all reasons, there is no point in thinking if it is right in believing it is love or not?  But, all I want to believe is in my life, my fate and the present God puts before me.

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