Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Since childhood, I had a bad habit of overthinking. Can't say about the tiger outside in the word but the tiger in my heart would eat me up faster.
"Will someone start a conversation? Or it always has to be me?"Abhi typed out.
"Hello!" her and my message popped up together in the chat. She was writing the message but I heard her speaking. It was as if she was right beside me talking to me. My brain was turning every of her messages into voice and replaying. I was lost in a trance seeing the message. This might be what people call words in images speaking. Reading the message, I lost myself and was relieving the memory of my first time meeting her.
It was a fully surprising situation when we first spoke. We were in class 4. I had been studying in that school since Kindergarten and she was a transfer student who joined us in class 4. It had already been 4-5 months since she joined, but we had not conversed with each other even once. I was a shy person. Maybe she didn't know that there was a guy named "Bishwas" in her class. So what we didn't talk? I was slowly and gradually falling for her. Sneaking glances at her in class, following her and finding her house without her realising it. Even summoning courage to write her name in my hand with a blade. Antics of child towards his crush. Looking back, I feel like an idiot. And the bigger matter to laugh it out was she was in the dark of all the things I did.
Most probably no one in my class knew I had fallen in love with her.
Should I call it luck or coincidence, a naughty boy in my class broke her water bottle. The classroom floor became filled with water and her eyes with tears. I heard about the incident from a friend because I was not there to see it live. She was crying but my heart was paining, her eyes were filled with tears but my heart was bleeding. Her face was getting dark due to sadness and my world was getting dark due to her pain. The only difference was she was openly expressing her emotions whilst mine were being compressed in my heart, ready to blow up at any time. I couldn't see her painful face so complained to teacher about the incident on the basis of what my friend had said to me.
The culprit was punished and the brightness in her face returned. For a while I felt like the happiest person, for being able to return a smile to her face. I was feeling proud and happy at myself. But it was all for only a moment. My friends created a certain kind of fear in me. My happiness was like the Mo:Mo kept in front of me, which was not there anymore in a few moment. It was a given that I would get scared cause a friend of mine said to me ,"Now that guy won't leave you alone."
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