moments i cherished

As I sit down on a not so bright Tuesday morning to write something hoping no one read yet would give me a source to pour my feelings.It occurs to me that that i have grown up yet am childish in a peculiar way only i can understand.The moments which made me happy and yet have the force to trouble me now as I write them.The surprise drizzling on Tuesday morning doesn't make my nostalgia feel lazy but on the contrary awakens me from my slumber.

My heart's feeling heavy as i remember the day when my school reopened.I asked my mom, "Mom,why does the school reopen at a time when such a lousy morning is tempting me to sleep."Mom just rolled her eyes in disgust to my question,making her displeasure known.I immediately got up from my bed and began to think of all the possible ways of missing the first day.i thought, "Its raining cats n dogs and am praying the providence to bestow its kindness on my feeling and make it impossible for the school bus to reach our place; that way it wouldn't be hard to miss the school,but alas!it wasnt meant to be the day of acknowledging my wishes.


I reached the school feeling disgusted with him for not having listened to me and promised not to glorify him further by praying, but, i hardly realised that today would be the day i would want to thank him for at least my next four years if not anymore.

We were made to sit besides a girl because teachers thought that was the best way of keeping us silent.i just checked out my surroundings to see if there was any scope of further communication for the rest of my grades.I noticed a girl sitting before me glancing the same way.i smiled at her, she winked at me and my heart started pounding for no apparent reason.i shied away on pretext of arranging my books, though i thought it was mutual. She looked beautiful in our uniform.I thought she had the best smile i had ever seen in my life.

the next day i was thanking him for not listening to me.I thought of some or the other reasons of talking to her and I gladly noticed that she wasn't bored of me. in fact she was gladly acknowledging the conversation.I was the happiest guy whenever her partner remained absent because that way i could sit next to her.I could notice the blush on her face on such occasions, but i was tired of such rare occasions. One morning it occured to our professor that i was shorter than her partner and we had to exchange our places.My joy knew no bounds although i was trying really hard to understand the relationship i was sharing with my new partner.the constant attempts to impress her by finishing her notes even while i hadn't finished mine,trying to answer in the class and then glancing from the corner of the eye if she was watching me wasn't helping either though it certainly helped my grades.It was surprising to note that whenever i used to chat with a girl she would keep a frown look on her face and it was the all the same with me.i loved every bit of it though..

These were some of the moments that i really cherished, the sweet memories it brought and crucial part is when you realise life would never be the same again.Finding the heart wrapped with innocence, being devoid of lust,but only love will never be so easy.


i jus love this drizzles..zzzzzzzzzzzzz...

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