Sawyer.....I met him 13 years ago. Unknown destination, crowded with unknown peoples busy with their own work. Phone bells ringing, children crying, teachers shouting and parents bidding farewell with moist eyes. These were the only thing I can recall whenever I cast my mind on that day, when I was admitted to a special place which gave me the best memories I carry even today. It was Providence Nursery School. Didn't hear the name right ? Well yes, it was not a famous one that time and as the old proverb indicates, it indeed was something never to be judged by it's outer appearances i.e it's "covers".
I was taken to a small room where there were many children like me crying and kicking each other while some with their fingers inside their little mouth. Noses with the slogan "Delhi Chalo" and mouth overflowing with the husky stream of tears.
I started crying more seeing children like me there and all our screams added to a loud one of mystery which was never solved, not even the day we left that place with the same old dress and moist eyes but this time, obeying what our teacher said that very first day.
Wondering what she said ? She said to be silent. And believe me, when we stepped out of that same place after 13 years, not a single word came out of our mouth. Those mouths which received punishments for it's inability to control itself, were numb....Perhaps no words could've expressed what we felt that day.
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An Ode To My Aphrodite
RomanceThis novel is going to be continued in parts as I cannot include everything directly which might kill the interest and emotive power of the writing. If people like it, I'll try to publish the parts soon. Give it a read for a Thrilling Romantic Drama...
