Forever: The phone call | Part 2 | Complete

Chapter 9

Author's note
Happy Diwali readers!! Here's the next chapter. Tell me if you can relate this chapter to something because now on, Ahana journeys backwards.

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It was time for the annual sports day in college. After this, the college will shut down for study leave and then we'll give our exams only to be passed on to the dreadful second year of Junior college. As students, every adult around me told me how important 10th standard board exams were. They said, the moment I clear it, I'm a free bird. Trust me, that's the biggest lie of the millennium. Because 10th std board exams are followed by 12th standard boards, the one's I'll be appearing for next year. Once through them there is the tension on Bachelor's degree and then master's degree. By the time I'm out of this system, I'll be as rough as the pages of these books and as dry as the nip of an old pen.

As usual I was freaking myself out with the thought of future while Myra was leading us through the crowded corridors. We were supposed to reach the basketball court because there were two events taking place there, the roller skating team was going to put up a beautiful performance and then the basketball team was going to have a match.

With Myra by my side, I got a seat closer to the ground. She had come ready with few snacks and drinks, willing to share with me.
The skaters entered the ground on wheels. They were as if gliding smooth on a butter cube. They played with speed, raced with wind and rode nothing more than 8 wheels. They reminded me of the pair of skates sitting in the loneliest corner of my cupboard. I had gotten it on a birthday from my aunt, but never did use them. Now, I think I should. Skates mean freedom, speed and focus. Three things quite necessary for me.

“Hey Myra, this skating stuff looks really cool.”
I said. She was busy eating chips and having coke.
“Myra, are you even listening?”
She wasn't. Her eyes were trained on somebody. I followed her gaze to see a guy ascending the stairs towards us. He held a bouquet, a bouquet of red roses.

Oh my god! Is there going to be a proposal or something over here? I have been dying to witness this since college began. I quickly fished out my phone and opened the camera. The guy came closer. He was wearing our school jersey, I deduce that he's part of the basketball team. He was pretty tall and handsome and oh boy that smile. He sure knew how to lure girls. Myra had long forgotten her snacks and was practically drooling over him.

To my surprise, he stooped in front of us and handed me that bouquet. He winked at Myra and left. The bouquet had a card, it read

May my Rose enjoy this game. Cheer for me, will you sweetheart?
Your admirer.

“Ahana!! Look!” Myra was pointing towards the railing. There sporting his muscles, looking very handsome and smiling chirpily was Hazel eyes. God I don't even know his name yet. He waved at me and then turned to leave. I was left in a daze.

The skaters’ performance was long over and basketball match was about to begin. I didn't know what to do, how to react. The bouquet was still sitting on my lap, telling me whatever I saw did actually happen. Then there was this card in my hand and the memory of hazel eyes waving at me.

I didn't leave my house thinking I'll be up for another disaster today. This was supposed to be a stupid little game of basketball. But with me in the audience, something had to happen. This guy is openly flirting with me and I'm sitting here doing nothing and still incurring wrath of all the girls around.

“Seriously, how do you manage to be the crush of all handsome guys? Abhaas in school and now smoking hot pants in college. No doubt girls hate you.” Myra teased. But when it comes to Abhaas, nothing remains a joke for me. Let's just say that she hit the wrong nerve this time.