Anonymous

Chapter 2

In the far right corner, in the second last bench, that’s where I sit.

Its calm over there.

It’s  far from the students who talk a lot, it’s also near the window. It’s on the 2nd floor, so no one can see me from down there and I am on an almost same level as the messy and bushy branches of high trees.

It’s peaceful over here.

I wonder sometimes , what syllabus is categorised as? Good or bad? Syllabus limits a lot of things but at the same time, it does give a guide to topics , it gives a good idea about what follows after what and what comes before what.

Well, it is something which was human made, extreme of it will never be good, guess we will just have to use it to
one’s benefit.

I wish parents and other people understood that.

“ good morning class”  the teacher announced the beginning of a long day ahead of us.

She was our class teacher, the one who had our marks and all.

She was polite , to be honest. And different. she was like other teachers, she did her job but she was quiet. Even though she didn’t show it , but I always felt that sense of calm coming from her. Like she knew, she knew my thoughts.

I didn’t know what to do with the feeling.

But I think she knew me more than others. She never showed it, but I have seen it. She smiled at me in a peaceful way. She felt home. Like the kind you find out while travelling. 

The feeling you get when you look at a really unfamiliar place, somewhere you have never been to, and while you are taking that place in, capturing it with your heart and eyes, and you suddenly get that feeling that you belong here. That the universe had made this place for you to stop by, to learn something from it while you are travelling through
life.

I don’t know why I felt that, but I always did.

Last year , we were reading a poem about a girl who likes to escape reality , and for that , she daydreams. She was tired of people around her, she was tired of all the attention given to her.
I kind of liked it.

One thing I remember is an answer ending with ‘and the child ends up giving up on their dreams’

I smiled.

It was true, it happens.

When I looked up, I saw her looking at me, like she had been expecting it. She gave me a smile, it was different from all the other ones i have ever received.
It felt nice, though. It felt like reassurance ; felt like someone knew what wasn’t spoken out loud.
Since that day, I liked her. She was someone I wanted to be like , if I ever become anyone.

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A/N - I am so sorry that this chapter is short. But I promise you guys that I will upload another chapter in this week to compensate.
again, I am really sorry .
Thank You for reading.