It was a Monday morning. There is this special thing about Monday mornings- people all over the world hate this day univocally, and as a student I hated this day more than anything else.
I had to leave to school in an hour, and at that point of time I was lying on my bed wearing only my boxers, trying had to adjust my eyes to read the time from my mobile phone. All that I could see was a blinding glare. All these time I could hear a faint muttering in a familiar voice. As my ears regained auditory sense, I recognized the familiar voice as my mother's, which was now fairly intensified. She pulled me off my bed like wallpaper off a wall.
I finished all the boring routine stuff in the blink of an eye and dashed to school. The town bus moved snail-fast making sure that I will be extra late for school today.
As usual, I rushed into the class belatedly. The teacher glared at me.
"Oh...! I think you are too early for tomorrow’s class." She smiled sardonically. But I was not in a mood to enjoy any sarcasm.
"Excuse me.... ma'am. I...I won't repeat it... I swear. "I stammered.
"I think this is the umpteenth time you are swearing this to me... come in... and don't be late anymore. Or at least stop swearing.” Teacher smiled, students giggled.
Screw you all. I frowned at my classmates.
The only relief I had in my else boring school life was my friends. I used to hangout with them all the time. We talked about everything under the sun, though sometimes we even talked about the sun. Hanging out with them was fun, but Still life was boring, for these things were happening everyday and became everyday-stuff. It is like your favorite song becoming so uninteresting after you set it as your ringtone for a while.
My life was lacking something that maybe called a twist. Everyday was the same, so damn predictable. It is always a river which is more attractive than a pond.
My life was more or less the same till I finished my 10th standard. Things took an unexpected turn when I entered +1.
Until that day, my life was so dreary and fucked up. Until that day, I was not living. I still remember that day, the day I saw her for the first time...
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Shruti - My Love
Teen FictionI slowly walked towards Shruti. She was lying on the bed and was asleep. I thought not to wake her up but kissed her gently on the forehead. My hands ran through her midnight black hair. Without breaking silence I walked towards the door. I looked a...
