Days are passing like clouds...My class rooms were changed... Teachers were changed... Even Uniform colour has changed... We are in the fall of 8th grade...But still I'm the aimless same shit sitting in the middle bench with two of my motivating friends, having a whole time schedule of watching her for all the 8 periods a day.A beautiful winter day of December...A starkly beautiful season...I was getting ready to school. Drowsy darkness hiding the light and the Climate digging the romance. Sick Clouds are dressing up to cry. My Mom is packing my lunch box with lemon rice which I don't like and gave 20 Rupees as my pocket money to get lays chips as a compensation for side dish and for two samosas in the evening. I used to treat my bicycle as like I'm riding a bike when I'm overtaking TVS champ and Excels with my extraordinary pedalling skills. I feel like a ranging racer.I'm on the way to school. Fortunately I reached early. I'am at the cycle stand to park my bike.To the right, there is a temple inside the school with white tiles...surrounded by many trees showering fresh air mixed with falling leaves kissing the ground...chillness in the air...dewdrops in the grass field look like a pearl... Slowly i realized how people are turning into Shakespeare... Climate is explaining the feel...
I saw her in a white dress (Monday dress code) like an angel plucking flowers for morning worship where I got confused which is more beautiful than the other.Her honey voice is travelling through air into my ears. She is not alone. she is with the other guy from our class who is continuously chattering with her very closely and i also noticed that this is the same guy with she spends most of the times in school and after. He is fair enough like her and they both have many similarities as well. I'm sure, I'm not near to any burning material but still I feel strong fiery smell from my Tummy.
- To be continued....
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