The class we had to attend now was of Mrs. Nair's. She is a wonderful lady. Her acts of charity and kindness always attracted me. She is the hope for the hopeless and needful for the needy. Caring for everyone is her nature. Her motherly love is mesmerizing. Mrs. Nair is**************HAAACHHHIIIII (SNEEZEZ) Ok fine! I'll tell you the actual reason why I am buttering so much. She is Rahul's cousin aunt.
Earlier, she used to talk to me about him and asked me to remain by his side no matter what. "Avika! You are the best person he has in his life .Please stay by his side no matter what. After his parent's death, love and happiness was missing from his life but now I can clearly see he's getting everything that he deserves." I recalled the words Mrs. Nair used to say to me. But today it was all different. She was avoiding me. No matter how hard I tried to have an eye contact with her, she was ignoring me.
Did she know everything? Who might have told her? He?? I tried to have an eye contact with her so that she can see what I'm going through. Moreover I wanted her to know about me so that she can tell about it to him. The things I screwed up last night was revolving around my mind. I cannot forget him no matter how hard I try. And it's a fact. How can someone forget her childhood love? I was with him since kindergarten and we both cared for each other. But I didn't realize when my care and affection towards him changed into love. My feelings for him grew more on that day…that day was very special…the things which happened made certain things very clear. That day was 14th Feb.
We were in class 10th but both were in different classes. I kept a chocolate inside my bag for him and waited...waited for the whole day but he didn't turn up. I very well knew that most of the juniors and my fellow mates had a crush on him. Also I knew one thing that they were like passing clouds for him and his heart was only for me.
When the classes were over, I took the chocolate and searched for him everywhere…in his class, in the corridor, bathrooms. As time passed I became worried that he might ditch me but I didn't lose hope and finally I found him in the Principal's office. I was relieved that he didn't ditch me. I waited for him outside the office. As soon as he came out he smiled at me. He patted on my head saying "So you are here...waiting for me Avu?" I smiled and nodded.
Suddenly he took the chocolate from my hand and before unwrapping it he asked "I am very hungry. Can I?" I blushed and nodded.
He bite a tiny bit of the chocolate, with his hand he broke another piece and in no time slipped it under my mouth. I tingling, I felt when his fingers brushed my lips, made me skip a heartbeat.
The juniors passing by gave bawling eyes. I was shy and confused. He was good at showing his feelings.
"So, I have something to tell you."
I nodded.
"But before that I want to know if our promises still count."
"Promises?" I asked confusingly.
"Promises that we made when we were kids."
At an instant I remembered what he was talking about. I slightly curled up my lips but my heart was giggling.
When we were kids, probably between 8 to 10 years old, we promised each other to stay together and when time comes we'll make it official.
As the end of school life approached, he finally wanted to do it. There was no option for me except a 'yes'.
"Yes , I remember." Meanwhile butterflies rumbled up my stomach as I tried to maintain a calm posture in front of him.
"I liked you since ages. Didn't realize when it turned out to be love. Now it's your turn. Help me believe in my love." Within a fraction of a second, he got down on one knee with a red rose on his hand.
I tried to open my mouth, let flow the words that was stuck within my tongue, but I was speechless. It was so sudden. Although I was prepared for it, but it was too much to handle.
My heart was already pounding like hell and I didn't realize when I stopped breathing.
"Avu, how long will you keep me waiting?" he chuckled.
Recollecting my senses, I exhaled the air out from my mouth. I brushed my tongue onto my dry lips to pat it wet. What should I say? How should I start? By now, more audiences approached near us.
The door of Principal's room was luckily closed. The students seemed to be waiting for me to say something. I scanned my surrounding to find it was almost more than 20-25 students gazing at us.