The Chocolate Boy (Book One)

Chapter 22 : Strawberry Crush

Finally. Aha! I'm back after those ghastly exams.

I feel like Cinderella. Just before the clock strikes 12, I'm here, uploading the chapter and keeping my promise. And just so that you'd know, this is NOT a good feeling.

Phew! I wonder how Cinderella managed to do this for three days, that also on glass slippers! Ahaha! Since I don't aspire to be a Cinderella or anybody like her, I don't wish to know that answer.

Oh btw, does anyone here know how to bring wattpad on windows xp? If you do, then please tell me how to. Cause wattpad on my pc lets me only read stories (in a shitty font) and do nothing else. Grrr.

So many of the newer readers couldn't understand the game of cricket described here. It's been a mistake on my part to assume everyone to know about cricket just because it is so popular in India.

So in this game, there are 2 teams and 11 players on each team. The game starts by two players of team A batting, ten players of team B fielding and one bowler of team B bowling and vice versa. I suck at describing it, I know, so you better check it out on Wikipedia.

Chapter 22 : Strawberry Crush

Sujalam Sufalam Malayajashitalam Shashyashyamalam Mataram
Bande Mataram...

Saare Jahan Se Achchha, Hindustan Hamara
Hum Bulbulein Hain Iski, Yeh Gulsitan Hamara....

Jana Gana Mana Adhinayaka Jai Hai Bharata Bhagyabidhata
Punjab-Sindhu-Gujarat-Maratha Dravira Utkala Banga
Vindhya-Himachal-Yamuna-Ganga Uchchhala Jaladhitaranga.
Taba Shubh Namey Jage,
Taba Shubh Ashish Magey,
Gahey Taba Jayogatha -
Jana Gana Mangaladayaka Jai Hai Bharata Bhagya Bidhata.
Jai Hai, Jai Hai, Jai Hai,
Jai Jai Jai Jai Hai.

Songs of patriotism. The ones that get you goosebumps just by listening to them. They were my father's speciality. Both he and Ma had a great voice. Baba had been the music teacher of our old school. Even though Ma was, Baba wasn't ever disappointed in his children who couldn't sing for their life.

Tuhina had a nice voice but she hated to practise. She could manage a song somehow whereas I sounded like a frog croaking aloud whenever I tried to sing. But come Independence Day and we were always ready to lend our voices to the songs sung in the school grounds.

No, none of us were in the school choir, we were far from making it ever. We just blended in with Tuhina's friends at the balconies and followed the lead of the choir. In the middle of the choir group would be our father, singing away with his eyes closed and hands moving on their own accord on the harmonium. And beside him would stand his favourite student, Keshav, the only person who had ever spoken more than two sentences with me. He would be swaying to the rhythm of the music like he wasn't just singing with it, he was feeling it.

Ah, old Keshav! How I wished to kiss that little black spot on his neck!

I chuckled at my own thoughts as I buckled the belt of the white trouser bottoms that were a part of the school's P.T uniform. Suddenly Tuhina's figure was looming around me in my room.

"Why are you smiling away all alone like a lovestruck idiot? "

Sometimes I wonder if I have any privacy in my own room.

"My smile, my wish. Who are you to ruin my mood?"

"Wow, my brother is getting confident! What's next? "