Its an accepted fact that all human beings are living for three things, food, shelter and clothing, but how can someone ignore the fact that we also long for true love.This basic instinct starts budding up from the time we start learning other worldly things.I would not think twice to agree the fact that i too longed for a true love from the time i stepped in my primary school.
I grew up in a village as a baby, for me nursery education was at home, my grand parents, paternal uncles and unties and my mother were my teachers. Before i learned A, B, C and D or 1,2,3, 4, i learned the Bengali vernmals's. For me the small village, the mighty river Ganga, few ponds in the village and many girls of my age were my world, but my mother had plans to take me to a different world with my father. At the age of five i mooved to a small town in Andhra Pradesh (A.P) and i was told about the school that i had to attend.
This School was very big compared to the school that i saw in my village, here the students wore uniform, whereas in the village school, it was the students wish, inside my heart i cursed the school for the uniform policy.
I was mentally prepared to be strong and not to cry on the first day, more over i had so many reasons to go to school happily. I had every thing new on that day, ranging from new dress to new pencil. i was shocked to see my classmates, who were stronger and taller to me, specially the boys, who wore half pants.
I felt very lonely in the class, i thought i will miss my friends in village for the rest of my life, but i was destined to have more than a village life.
I made myself recognized in various activities at school level, once again it was because my mother wanted me to be good at every thing if not best. Five plus is the age where a child learns things very quickly, so did i. I made good friends in the class, for whom i never wanted to miss my school.
Among all of them i had a special feelings for him. Fair, comparatively taller than other boys in the class, chubbiest with baby pink lips.
An unknown feeling did make him special from others. I longed to sit beside him, but i hated my height which always made me sit on the first row. I missed his presence during summer vacations, I did enjoyed the vacation by playing in the open fields of the village, listening to the stories that my grand parents told me, but often i missed my school, not because i wanted to study more and become scientist one day, but just to see his ever smiling face.
with a very heavy heart i had to leave the school, when i passed 6th standard.My father got posted to Assam, a new school, again new friends, new language to learn, a very new culture to appreciate, every thing was very new to me. I heard elders saying, "as a child whatever we ask God, he grans it, as long as it doesn't harm any one", so i too prayed.
Coromandel Superfast express accelarated, departing from Vizag, i stared from the window of the train with eyes full of tears, my parents thought it was my love for the city, but that was partially correct, i was crying becaus i was leaving the city for ever, i would not see or meet him again in my life. In those days, we were not the privileged ones to have social networking sites.
I wish i was specific while praying, i prayed to see him again, i prayed to keep in touch with him, i regret for not asking more, because that day God granted all my wishes.
I grew up in a village as a baby, for me nursery education was at home, my grand parents, paternal uncles and unties and my mother were my teachers. Before i learned A, B, C and D or 1,2,3, 4, i learned the Bengali vernmals's. For me the small village, the mighty river Ganga, few ponds in the village and many girls of my age were my world, but my mother had plans to take me to a different world with my father. At the age of five i mooved to a small town in Andhra Pradesh (A.P) and i was told about the school that i had to attend.
This School was very big compared to the school that i saw in my village, here the students wore uniform, whereas in the village school, it was the students wish, inside my heart i cursed the school for the uniform policy.
I was mentally prepared to be strong and not to cry on the first day, more over i had so many reasons to go to school happily. I had every thing new on that day, ranging from new dress to new pencil. i was shocked to see my classmates, who were stronger and taller to me, specially the boys, who wore half pants.
I felt very lonely in the class, i thought i will miss my friends in village for the rest of my life, but i was destined to have more than a village life.
I made myself recognized in various activities at school level, once again it was because my mother wanted me to be good at every thing if not best. Five plus is the age where a child learns things very quickly, so did i. I made good friends in the class, for whom i never wanted to miss my school.
Among all of them i had a special feelings for him. Fair, comparatively taller than other boys in the class, chubbiest with baby pink lips.
An unknown feeling did make him special from others. I longed to sit beside him, but i hated my height which always made me sit on the first row. I missed his presence during summer vacations, I did enjoyed the vacation by playing in the open fields of the village, listening to the stories that my grand parents told me, but often i missed my school, not because i wanted to study more and become scientist one day, but just to see his ever smiling face.
with a very heavy heart i had to leave the school, when i passed 6th standard.My father got posted to Assam, a new school, again new friends, new language to learn, a very new culture to appreciate, every thing was very new to me. I heard elders saying, "as a child whatever we ask God, he grans it, as long as it doesn't harm any one", so i too prayed.
Coromandel Superfast express accelarated, departing from Vizag, i stared from the window of the train with eyes full of tears, my parents thought it was my love for the city, but that was partially correct, i was crying becaus i was leaving the city for ever, i would not see or meet him again in my life. In those days, we were not the privileged ones to have social networking sites.
I wish i was specific while praying, i prayed to see him again, i prayed to keep in touch with him, i regret for not asking more, because that day God granted all my wishes.
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