My Innocent Love

Chapter 1 Green Meets Brown

You know there's a bad day and there's a day that's the worse where everything goes wrong. Terribly wrong! You've the urge to shout your lungs out. You can't because you either are in a public place, worried for the image you carry, or you can't just say your feelings out because you're afraid of no one being able to understand things the same way as you do.

So, you feel that it's better to keep quiet and swallow your words back.

But is that a sensible thing to do?

I suppose, it's not because then you're just being a scared cat. I'll not deny, it could be hard to say it all out but for once you should give it a try, otherwise, you'll end up like me with a headache.

Yeah! A migraine would be a better term to describe it.

Now, I know you'll wonder how and why I got this headache, so it goes this way.

I maintain a schedule as such I wake up at 4 Am in the morning and until 6 Am I revise my lessons for the school. At 7 Am I leave home no matter whether I eat or not. Punctuality is my middle name and I hate to be late.

But that dumb day, things didn't go as per my schedule.

First, my alarm ditched me then my unpredictable father Viraj Khandelwal, who was supposed to drop me to the school, stepped back at the last moment. To top it all, my bicycle too ditched me. How amazing!

The summer vacation ended yesterday, and the school was reopening today and on the first day itself, I was late.

Anyway, so everything has dumped me so far, and here I stood in the living room of my so-called sophisticated house with my mother looking at me with tired eyes after Dad left for his work.

"I know you're upset with your Dad, but he got important work." Mom started with her regular defending Dad mission. She knows I hate when she does this, but I suppose this is a wife thing.

Certainly, I'm twelve but I think I know better than wives who are deeply in love with their husbands would defend them anyhow even if it means they've to stand against their own kid.

"I wonder what was his excuse last week when he said he'll take us for family dinner? Oh! Important work. And previously, some hundred times this year alone, he said he is going to drop me but each time, he ditched me."

"I suppose Mom, he should make that company his son and order that materialistic thing only to secure good marks. Why am I even needed here?" She looks sadly at me and I didn't try to butter her with the fake apologies. That charade people carry of feeling bad for saying their mind out sucks.

I know I shouldn't talk to Mom this way but I'm tired of my Dad and his male chauvinism. He's an impossible man to deal.

I don't really know how he created this huge Khandelwal Empire with this kind of horrible attitude where he loves to just throw orders at people.

And I happen to be his favourite person on that list. But I bet that Mom was the leading lady of that list once upon a time. I didn't wait any longer and strode out of the house, ignoring her calls. I lost my appetite already and I think I shouldn't lose my reputation too.

So, I took my bicycle, on the way I got it repaired, knowing well that I was going to be chided by Mr Singh—He was our sports Sir who coached the basketball tournaments of school and we won the last match which happened last month.

Today, he was signing our certificates for the same. I should've been there ten minutes before.

Nevertheless, I'll still go and get it.

But as I reached the front staircase, leading to the class, I saw a girl climbing the stairs slowly. From her bent body posture, I figured she was nervous. She tried to grip the fence tightly, but her hands were very small.