This is about the time in August when I joined school. At that time, our tests had started, and I had not even touched my syllabus. To complete it, I had to stay awake all night. Every day, I would study one lesson and then sleep, even if it meant staying up late.
One day, while I was studying, I picked up my phone and saw that I had received a message on Snapchat. I wasn't surprised because it was the same fine shyt boy—I had already talked to him once before on chat. Even though I hadn't been expecting his message, I felt a little happy.
When I opened the chat, he had texted, "Hii, did you forget me?" I replied with "Hi" and said that I hadn't forgotten him, I was just a little busy. Then he replied that he didn't know that even such young kids could have busy lives.Then I said that if he feels so bad about me being busy, he can gave my exam at my place. He replied that he has no problem with that. I said it seems like he has left his CA studies, that's why he is talking like this. He replied that he is on a break today. I asked if there was any special reason for the break. He said that he cleared his Foundation and is resting to celebrate that happiness.
I said that people usually party when they are happy, and you are resting instead? He said that parties are quite annoying without friends. I asked if he doesn't have friends. He told me that he has very good friends, but none of them are with him right now; everyone is busy with their own lives. I said that no one was free, so that's why you remembered me, right? He said that it's not like that.
Then I thought, why should I spoil the mood of a poor guy by taunting him when he is already on a break? So I said that if you are on a break, then take rest both physically and mentally—why are you chatting? He said that it had been many days since he talked to someone. I asked if his brother is not with him. He said that his brother stays busy with his own work and doesn't talk to him much.
I was really surprised to hear that even though they live together, they don't talk much. It felt very strange. I genuinely felt bad for him—that he doesn't have a good bond with his father, had to move away from his mother, and doesn't talk much with his brother. He must feel very lonely. I jokingly told him that I don't have any problem listening to him, so he could talk to me and feel a little lighter. He asked if we could talk on a daily basis. I told him that wouldn't be possible. Then he said we should fix a day in the week when we could talk. I said Saturday would be best because even if I stay up late on Saturday night, it wouldn't be a problem since Sunday is a holiday.
He said, "Whatever you think is right." Gradually, he started talking very casually, and our conversations became quite fun. We talked about what we had done during our school life until now. From his stories, it seemed that his life had been quite enjoyable because his school was very good and his friends were very loyal. Hearing all this made me happy that he had experienced many good things in his life.
Slowly, we both got to know all of each other's friends, and we also tried to understand each other's personal lives. After talking for a long time, I finally asked him his name. He said he would tell me his name someday on a call. I replied that I don't talk on calls. He said he would talk and I could just listen. I told him that being so selfish is not a good thing. He said that being selfish is sometimes good, and that I would understand this when I grow older. At that moment, I started thinking that until now I have heard taunts because of my behavior or my height, and now this person was indirectly judging me because of my age. Still, I didn't feel like saying anything hurtful to spoil his mood, because he hadn't said anything wrong to me, and it wouldn't be right to ruin his rest day.
I felt really good after talking to him, because for me it was no less than an achievement to talk so casually with someone who had been on my mind for the past nine months. I wanted to know everything about him and also wished that our friendship would grow deeper.
I didn't even know what he considered me to be (like a friend, cousin, or relative), but I was happy just talking to him, and that was enough for me. I even started thinking that even if I never got to know his name, I would still be satisfied, because I had talked to him like a friend—and that was enough for me....