September 17, 1993

Award update :

My Free Spirited award this time for following bloggers :

1. Ekta : Though i havent been commenting on her blog that regularly, but i have been reading her ever since i began blogging in April 2007....This one for you. Those days were my early days in blogging and I was quite inspired from your writing.....


2. Yamini : Dil se posts.....Good poems and unadultered feelings.....

Enjoy the story with no sequel....

It was a rainy day and the water from skies lashed everything on the earth, the trees, the roads, the buildings, the pavements, everything. Even his tiny teenaged inner self was drenched with the thoughts of the new feeling he was having since last few moments.

It was something, which he never experienced before, something which was soothing for him and he was finding it difficult to keep his feet grounded. And besides his bicycle didn’t allow him to fly high with his new found feeling and the joy, he had just experienced.

Everything he saw amidst raining tiny droplets of silverish rain, he could see the beauty in them. The drops of rains that trickled down his body drenched him with the beauty of thoughts that suddenly aroused to some new heights.

He did not bother to know why he was so elated to have seen off an unknown classmate of him, who had never talked to him and neither did he bother to know who she was, all this years in the school, when they studied in the same section of class X.

All this years, he was never keen to go and talk to his female classmates, who were more than competitors for the top spot in the acads, rather than being friendly with them. But all this changed in a blink of the eye and the girl, who was just another classmate for him, just at the dawn of the day, had turned into something more for him. What that more was, he was yet to figure it out.

He had just entered into the age, which they called a rebellious age or more correctly a teenage. His thoughts were getting revolutionary and he was getting more and more aloof from his childhood friends and the body changes that occurred in him, that year made him a bit more vulnerable to the mood swings and overwhelmingly aggressive.

But he knew that this strange feeling was not in the rush of the hour, neither it was a lust or neither it was a attraction to the girl, who appeared to be the most prettiest in the world and someone who had just rocked him so hard, that it was unable to find himself on the earth. Way before, he was on the moon singing songs to the girl, gazing to the sky to figure out the stars, which were duly covered by the silver grey cloud cover, but this casted a magic spell on the boy.

He was a part of the 6 member team to represent his school in Inter School Science Exhibitions, where every team had to present a project in the expo in the 2 day event and demonstrate the set up to the entire audience, other school participants and of course the teachers. He was not a very good speaker, but he could write well, so he took up the job of writing the project report and some other girl took up the presentation part.

The school had limited resources to fund the project, so the guys decided to contribute to keep the momentum going and buy all the apparatus needed for the exhibition. This boy and his friend had wandered the other day in the search of elusive “Copper” amidst rains and little did he know that a couple of days later the rains would change his life upside down and he would be on a different plane altogether.

After all the preparations and practices, the team was ready the next day to go and deliver the goods. Every one wished luck to each other and promised to meet on time in the venue school, but there was a glitch. The girl M did not know bicycling with proficiency and she needed to get back home. So the friend of hers asked this boy to drop her home at least by bicycling around her amidst the traffic and ensure she reaches home safely. He obliged, unaware of what lied ahead.

Throughout the road, there was no talk between both of them and just a few eye gazes and silent whispers rode the entire journey. Finally the boy dropped M home and the only words exchanged were:

M said: “Thanks for dropping me home. See ya tomorrow”
He said: “My pleasure”

And he rode back with a whisker. And in the next moment, his world had changed. The innocent face of M along with curly hair coming down her forehead frequently with blowing wind had been imprinted on his soul and it was forever. The face didn’t leave his mind and when he reached home drenched in the rain he also knew that unknowingly and without any effort, he had fallen in love with M and it was this innocent feeling of love that made him a total different teenager than the rest and he was very happy to know this and experience this magical feeling called love.

The boy jumped and danced and kicked the hollow air in his abode and when he slept, he had colorful dreams rather than usual boring ones. He knew he would not be able to think anything but M and then he started thinking about the ways to kickstart the conversation with angelic beauty M and himself tomorrow in the venue, may be starting with introducing himself to her all over again. M rocked him and he was more than happy to just lie in the bed thinking about the face of M which he felt had divine light on it. The sleep and peace had long deserted him. Love and dreams were now his eternal companions.