"When you have to go through EVERYTHING, to get that EVERYTHING."
It's so hard to be someone when you're confused about who or what you're. Tarun is never 'Who' he thought he would be. He has a secret which he is claimed of hiding from everyone. Nei...
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"On your mark. Get. Set. Go!" I whistle.
The six students on the track start running. I told them to run a hundred meter distance. There are next six students positioning themselves on the start. I've been doing this since the second period, practicing with the students, exercising with them. This job is tiresome. But it's worth it. Much more than the cafe. I can't believe it, that I'd ever come to this school, again. I came here in a hope that I might get a job, while studying for the college. After all, I'm doing all this for him.
I came here three months ago for him. That's the mere reason I took the job at the cafe. Though, I didn't have a lot of experience but my mom knows the owner. I first time after coming to Pune, I saw Tarun in cafe with his friends. Friday evening. Then, like a hopeless person I am-because I'm head over heels, No, I dont wear heels, head over shoes, fallen in love with him, the second I saw him, two years back,-I started stalking him, not in a weird way, because I was that desperate and still am and I came to know he always hang out with his friends every Friday there. He hasn't changed a lot, after all these months. He just keep his hair more longer now from the up and short from the sides. The look suits him.
And I'm so grateful to Mr. Moore. I'd get more chance to interact with Tarun. Mr. Moore was always my favourite in the school And I knew he would provide me the assistant post and as a coach. He said, "I see a lot of potential in you, Abhimanyu. When I was your age, I was just like you." I don't intend to know what he wanted to say with that. I'm sure he isn't like me. He is straight. But again, he wasn't referring to my sexuality.
I met a lot of familiar faces and teachers. And by my surprise, a lot of students recognize me too. This all feels good. I don't want to think about the bad things happened. I wish I could erase those memories. Now I just want to think about the good things. Like Tarun. He makes me happy, even he don't know that, yet.
The next group of students get over with there training. Now, it's the last period, more fourty five minutes to go then I'm free. But this was the time I'm waiting for. Eleventh grade should be here, on the ground by this time. I see, Mr. Moore walks over to me.
"Abhimanyu, I want you to get the next class to the ground." He said.
"Okay."
I leap for the school building and volunteer the class to go there lockers, to change in to there sports gear. They move in a line but I didn't see Tarun. I'm sure he came to school today. I saw him inside the class and even in the canteen. Where he is? I see, his friends are here. I wanted to stop the boy, I guess Graham, to ask him about Tarun. But I don't.
I told them to be in a line. The school play ground is little in a distance from the building. The parking lot divides the ground and the school. I know, a lot of walking from there to here.
