‘Annual Function’ she said inviting me to her school, technically mine too back in the days. I actually didn’t want to go as there will be lengthy speeches and never-ending prize distribution ceremony but had to because she insisted. And for the rest of the day I tried to ignore my school memories, because if I allowed it, the rest of the work will be pending till I am done walking through school lane…
Next day, she called me to ask whether I was ready and taking in deep breath I said ‘Yes’. The program was lengthy as usual, my legs were aching as usual and my mind kept reminding me to see my classroom before leaving. As soon as the program ended, I ignored the samosa and rushed to see my classroom. As the destination got nearer my heart sank remembering all the times spent in that school. On entering my classroom, the first thing I saw were the names written on the wall and I know exactly where his name was and I went towards it. His name was still there and his best friends name on left and right. I took a picture of it after staring at it for a minute or two and then sat on the bench on which I was sitting, I used to sit cross so that I can see him and also whether if he is looking at me and like me he too used to sit cross facing me and to be honest he saw me every time and that made me blush, every time when I caught him staring at me. Actually, thanks to my science-cum-mathematics teacher who shifted my place from first bench to back bench and also no thanks because that reduced my score.
Last day of the school, when everyone made slam books, I also made one and I wanted him to write first but as it was passed to the guy sitting to his right and my left, he did the inauguration, never mind who wrote and what but he did penned down few words and left no hints for me to know whether he liked me, not sure about disliking me but I was glad to get his number, telephone number, which most probably everyone got but it’s okay even I got. And then I waited for his slam book and when somebody asked him why didn’t he make one, he said ‘Slam books are for kids’, on hearing it my heart broke a little but few days later a slam book was being passed from his table and I saw him looking at me and I thought it may be his so I was feeling butterflies in my tummy and was trying to keep natural look on my face. As I was very much near to holding the book, my friend snatched it, like what, I cannot explain how I felt at that moment, I looked at him and he looked at me and then I went back to my seat, somebody else inaugurated that slam book and later got to know that it wasn’t his. So, he didn’t make a slam book at all, at least I didn’t receive it.
At that moment while sitting in our classroom, I only wished to relive those days one more time or at least him to pass by the scene and let me see him one more time.
Last day of the school, when everyone made slam books, I also made one and I wanted him to write first but as it was passed to the guy sitting to his right and my left, he did the inauguration, never mind who wrote and what but he did penned down few words and left no hints for me to know whether he liked me, not sure about disliking me but I was glad to get his number, telephone number, which most probably everyone got but it’s okay even I got. And then I waited for his slam book and when somebody asked him why didn’t he make one, he said ‘Slam books are for kids’, on hearing it my heart broke a little but few days later a slam book was being passed from his table and I saw him looking at me and I thought it may be his so I was feeling butterflies in my tummy and was trying to keep natural look on my face. As I was very much near to holding the book, my friend snatched it, like what, I cannot explain how I felt at that moment, I looked at him and he looked at me and then I went back to my seat, somebody else inaugurated that slam book and later got to know that it wasn’t his. So, he didn’t make a slam book at all, at least I didn’t receive it.
At that moment while sitting in our classroom, I only wished to relive those days one more time or at least him to pass by the scene and let me see him one more time.
Childhood crush are crazy, you cannot get over it, in fact I think having a crush itself is a big thing where you can only stare at them, pretend that you didn’t see them, hope that they see you and their one look make you blush for the whole day or make your day and feel like to catch them looking at you again.
I got up from the place and went out of the building and before leaving I took one more look around to see whether he had come or not and walked straight to the gate. I knew already he would not come; he didn’t say that to me because we are not in contact, I knew because I am a good stalker.
Going back home, I was feeling depressed and I knew that it would happen and thus asking myself why did I even go when I knew I would not be okay after that. I opened his profile and took a recap of his activity and as usual I thought about texting him which I know I won’t and thus however ended the day.
-me$hal-
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I accidentally, no purposefully, saw his status after writing this story 😆 and then blocked him and then saw it again from another account 🙈...
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I got up from the place and went out of the building and before leaving I took one more look around to see whether he had come or not and walked straight to the gate. I knew already he would not come; he didn’t say that to me because we are not in contact, I knew because I am a good stalker.
Going back home, I was feeling depressed and I knew that it would happen and thus asking myself why did I even go when I knew I would not be okay after that. I opened his profile and took a recap of his activity and as usual I thought about texting him which I know I won’t and thus however ended the day.
-me$hal-
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I accidentally, no purposefully, saw his status after writing this story 😆 and then blocked him and then saw it again from another account 🙈...
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