by Ram Karthik

Created on: June 24, 2009

First Hell -

It was another monsoon day. I was going back home from school. The 20 minute walk was usually slow for me kicking stones on the pathway and thinking about the school happenings. The rain started from nowhere and its intensity forced me to take shelter on an apartment building. The sound of a door opening made me turn and there she was. A smile for a second was all that got transmitted and i felt unusual in me. I am 13 years old and just became restless for no reason. The rain stopped. But I was not leaving. Could the door open again? Wait, I heard some sound. I kept turning back only to realize that I am creating my imaginations. It was like hell to leave that place at that moment and go back home.

I couldn't have waited for dawn so much in my life. School session went off like a television commercial and there I was standing near the apartment a little early. I prayed it should rain coz I needed a reason to hang around. Time passed and no trace of her. With dejection, i decided to pull out and started walking few yards when she suddenly came opposite to me in her red bicycle. What do I do now? Can I just walk to her and say hello? The heart says yes and mind said no and that's hell. We embraced a smile and moved on. My hope became greedy and I felt too busy for nothing. It was a Saturday when I went to the nearby grocery store and suddenly saw her. She was with her friend and I decided to take the plunge. But, the wicked ego warned me not to make it obvious and I unwillingly surrendered to it by turning my face whenever she looked at my side. She was an angel and all I wanted was to talk to her. I brought all my courage and went up to her and said hello. She blushed and suddenly turned and walked towards exit. Did I offend her? What could have been running in her mind? How am I going to see her again and how she will respond? The Sunday was nothing but hell and Monday was usually hell with two math sessions. I adapted to bicycle anticipating I could create an opportunity. With hard work, I figured she goes to a dance school. That day, I parked my cycle next to hers and waited at the nearby coffee shop. The interventions were painful. Unknown people asking me if I want something or have I lost something or if I lost my way. Little did I realize that I was planted there for 2 hours. I saw her and immediately pulled myself as if going fast to pick my bicycle. She looked at me with the usual smile and I was about to ask her name when I heard

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