Me ,her, and mix fruit jam paratha

She raised her hand and said, "Ma'am, may I go to the washroom?"
Ma'am nodded, and she walked out of the class like a flash, making her way quickly.

It was a Maths lecture — my one and only favourite subject. I had scored full marks in Maths last year at my previous school. I still couldn't understand why Paa changed my school this year. Huh. I hated him for that.
New school, new standard, new classmates... but honestly, nothing excited me those days. Maa even bought me a new school bag when I entered 7th grade.
But as I remember that day, when I entered the classroom, I quietly settled myself on the third bench. I placed my new bag carefully — after all, I had stayed empty-stomach for a whole day just to convince Maa to buy it for me. (Though honestly, I can't really hate her for that. Nah, I don't.)

Oh! Ma'am completed one sum — so easy!
But where was that girl? It's been a whole sum and she still hadn't returned.
"Ma'am, may I go for water?" I asked.
She nodded again.
(Of course, dumbbo, I wasn’t really thirsty — just bored of her Maths.)

I made my way out of the class, whistling the new tune of Tokyo Drift I had heard last Friday.

In the next minute, I was at the canteen area for water. Then I thought — why not pass a few more minutes? Let's go to the loo.
As I returned from the girls' washroom area, I heard someone sobbing.
Why do girls always cry? I wondered.
Never mind.

I walked past... but after about three and a half steps, a thought flashed through my mind — maybe she's my classmate.
I turned back and knocked on the door.
No reply.
I knocked again.
Still no reply.

I left, thinking maybe it was the same girl who had left class before the first sum.

But then I heard the door click behind me.
I looked back — and yeah, I guessed right. It was her.

She passed by me, heading towards class, and I quietly followed her.
She sat at the girls' side, second bench, third seat.
I observed her throughout the lecture.

Suddenly, the bell rang. I checked the timetable — after lunch it was Social Studies.
"Boring. Good, I can sleep through it after filling my tummy," I told myself.

While having my jam-paratha, I kept glancing at her.
Why isn't she eating? I thought. Did she forget her lunch box? Maybe.
Should I offer her one of my parathas? Nah, I decided.
But something pushed me out of my comfort zone.

I walked up to her and said,
"Hey, you forgot your tiffin? Wanna have a paratha? It's rolled with mix-fruit jam — my favourite. Maa packs it for me. I was even called 'Paratha King' at my last school."

She said no, still staring blankly at the blackboard.

"Good! More for me then," I shrugged and started eating my last one.

Suddenly, she turned to me and asked,
"Previous school? Means you’re new here too?"

"Hmmmm," I replied, mouth full of sweet jammy goodness.

"Too? Means you’re also new here?" she asked again.

"Yeah."

"Which was your last school?" she asked.

"Nand Vidyaniketan," I answered.
"Oh! My brother is in that school!" she said.

"Hmm. Which class?"

"4th standard."

"Good," I said (not that I knew him — he’s just a kid; I was in 6th there).

"I miss my school," she said softly.

"You were crying in the washroom," I said.

"Hmm."

"Why?"

"I miss my friends. I don’t have any here."

"Neither do I, yaar. Wanna be my friend?" I asked, smiling.

"Hmm, okay," she nodded.

"Good! By the way, why didn't you eat lunch? You forgot your tiffin?"

"No, I have it... just didn't feel like eating."

"You should."

"Hmm, I think so. Wanna have one more mix-fruit paratha? I have the same as yours."

"Why not!" I grinned.
(Now that's the kind of friend I like! Maybe this friendship will last long.)

"Here," she said, handing me a paratha. She also started eating.

We finished our parathas just as the bell rang, ending the lunch break.
I went back to my seat, and when I looked at her, she looked back and smiled.
And so did I.

Sun to sun

"" that day, she was here , with me since d very sunrise,
We laughed ,giggled , fought, cried, smile, loved, hated
Had taste almost every feeling ,may be more than every,
Den we were sitting der , sky was purple, landscape was green, her eyes were blue, my heart was red,
She utter d word, ' I have to leave'
All I heard is LEAVE
I looked at her ,she was try to find end of horizon but I was, me!
She turned, as usaual her left leaned head , pitty cat eyes,
She was struggling to manage her hair coz of wind
Me, leaned to her and pushed her hair strip behind her ear,
She again said 'now I hv to leave'
And all I remember after that was we kissed
And we kissed kissed kissed ... Uptill next sunrise..

Where I hv tasted my all future-past-present births

Last of her

Another text

It's has been 3 years no single message I received from her ,
Those days when we were in to each other I literally could hear her voice in every single text I received from her, but now I even forgot her voice ,
Sometimes I think how it's possible to forget someone one love all his heart out, and rethink it's not about forgetting her but actually to accept the fact of fate that she never can be mine,
And anymore I say I am selfish and all but truth is no human can stay utterly selfish-less
At every end point of circle one will think about self and act of selfishness make you to what you even can't expect from yourself, so did I .
Lately I was thinking about those days when I used to send her text at the moment I woke up, text her at last moment of day.
But now! I don't have her glitch all day even for couple of days, untill someone say same name or I read her name at some sign board or elsehow.

Continue.....