My Innocent Love

Chapter 6 Their Solitary Hearts...

There are so many times we wish, life will stop appalling us just when we have got used to it but guess it's a useless theory to think that it will go straight as a road because we tend to forget that even the roads have dividers. So how will life not twist or turn to fit into something that's destined to happen. I tell you, humans are most complicated creatures of this planet. When we have something nice, we complain and when we don't have it, still we complain. The satisfaction level is forever absent in us like the brain cells are absent in most of the people. But having said that, some of us don't even realize that we are crossing a line and how our actions might hurt others.

Well, it's because in the population of billions, half believe that by being empathetic they will be less of human. How ironic! That we all belong to the same world, created by one almighty yet we fail to see what he wants us to see and we allow ourselves to fall in the traps of cruelty and abhorrence for one of our kind only.

Those were my exact thoughts every time I cross paths with my father or when I saw how Ekta treated Raisha.

I don't know about others, but I have to say that sometimes I feel Ekta is the missing daughter of my father. Their self-conceited and arrogant nature is perfect blend that even the devil himself will find this connection appropriate.

To say they rile me up would be the most unbelievable statement of the year because every time I look at them, I boil in rage like I did today morning when before the exam Ekta humiliated Raisha again along with her group.

I have to stop myself from not pouncing on her and cutting her all hair. She must be given a bald treatment for sure then she'll know how it feels when everyone laughs at you. The shit she is, I bet she wakes up everyday with only one intention of hurting the one who's already in so much pain and can't complain because she is not offered the liability to do that because her fate has decided for her to bear this tragedy and she has to whether she likes it or not.

I've this undying urge inside me to teach a lesson to Ekta and one day, I'll do it no matter whether anyone appreciates it or not. But I for sure would love to give her the taste of her own unendurable treatment she showered on Raisha.

As I sat in my room studying for the next exam, I recalled how much in pain Raisha was while writing it. For the first hour I sat ahead of her seat but later the invigilator asked me to exchange places with a guy in the last whom she assumed was cheating from the person sitting on his left.

And it was then I was then I noticed how pale she looked; how dreadful her eyes were, and she was at the verge to give into her tears. I wanted to tell the teacher to allow me to write for her but then I realized that I still needed to complete my own exam and there was high possibility that she will reject my request because it was against school rules. Either you give the exam yourself or you don't.

And then another invalid reason too knocked on my head that if I openly offer help; people would laugh at her and call her incapable of anything and for someone who was used to sitting with her for past two years now, only I know that how much potential she had. Her grasping power was ten times more than me; so was her creativity in the field of words. During the English classes, as she used to draft the essays, I have got the opportunity to read them, and honestly, I was caught in the web of her beautiful phrasing of words and how spell-binding her approach on every topic was.

My interest laid more in computers and math's, so I was just average kind in English but after reading her essays, and reports, I understood why exactly Ms Vartika scored her highest in the class. She might not attend school regularly, but she was gifted with a talent that even regular students lacked. Not everything could be snatched away from her now.

And that alone reason didn't allow me to make a show of help then even though I saw how her eyes turned glassy on seeing everyone write while she couldn't. I sent a silent prayer to the Almighty to help her and then she caressed her fingers slowly, and with utmost care and love as if telling them that everything was going to be fine.