I'm damn sure that I'm the only person, existing, with cent percent ill-luck. For that statement I've a perfect explanation... sorry, explanations. I forgot something to say here and I'll say it whenever I get it back in my mind, readers please do remember. Let me elaborate them.
13th August 2011. Somewhere in India.
I'm a student of 8th standard in The Hindustan High School. That's the first time I saw a beautiful girl for the very first time, Satwika of 9th standard. Such a wonderful beauty queen, I've ever seen in my life. If I were a poet, I would've written the world's best poem on the beauty of her beauty. If I compare her to this day's Kristen Stewart, there will be no redundancy. Simply, I may entitle her as our school's Kristen Stewart.
She's around 15 by that time, I think and I was about to hit 14. Hussain and Abdul are the twin brothers who were the first persons tried to woo her. Ratnajay is the other person in queue. Moreover, these three dudes used to be best friends at that time. They tried to impress her a lot times by doing her class work and homework, by giving chocolates, chocolates and chocolates every day. They used to sit under a tree and chit-chat with each other. I couldn't figure out how the hell they were able to try her collectively without any ego problems.
At a certain time, Satwika recognized me following her moves. I was frightened to lose her impression, of course, she didn't have any. Even though, I continued to do so and she too.
One fine day, she was sitting on a bench, under the tree shade in the school ground. I felt happy seeing the absence of those 3 Idiots. I was about to move away and then I heard a shout.
"Hello! Excuse me!" sweet voice patted my back. I knew it's her, but for confirmation, I turned back to see her. She waved her hand and gestured me to get my feet to her vicinity.
'Oh my God!' my heart beat synced to train's movement. 'Why the hell did she call me? To warn me or to beat me to death'. I lumbered towards her
"What's your name?", again that F**king sweet voice, this time on my face at three and a half feet proximity. I remained silent.
"C'mon! Which standard are you?" she kept her hand on my shoulder and I recognized a small vermillion dot on her forehead, slightly above and exactly between the two eyebrows. This indication made me to concede her a hindu-sthri.
"Seventh standard", I stammered. This time I looked in her eyes. 'Brown Eyes' my vision made a 1080p wallpaper of her beautiful face in my heart.
"Now say, why are you following me?" My mind blocked for once. There is no phrase to express my tension. I remained silent for few seconds.
"Why... are... you... following... me...ah...?" she pressured each word with her so called 'lips' hammer and 'tongue' pliers. I realized that I fell in love with her.
"I...I love you" My bright reply slapped her ability of thinking.
"Are you crazy?" She slapped me immediately. My cheek, not at all felt the pain, but my heart did all of it. My answer made her to remember me as worst fellow.
"Don't ever dare to show me your face. Stupid", I didn't even listen to her words and I turned back with rolling tears. 'Can't she say that F**king thing smoothly?' I got away from her sight
For two days, I was in deep depression and I couldn't even imagine her face. But my eyes can't resist seeing her beauty. However, destiny tried to unite us. In the parking shed, she came face-to-face with me. There's no one there, except us. I kept moving forward with head downed.
"Sorry yaar..!" she shouted at my back. I turned back to see her face. "Actually, I felt so bad after hurting you. I think you will accept my apologies", very heavy words for me to handle. I thought just a sorry would be enough.
"It's Okay", I replied with a low smile. I thanked god for opening my mail of prayer from his spam folder.
From then we were very much familiar to each other. She introduced me to Hussain, Abdul and Ratnajay, but at this time I saw a black dot on her forehead instead of vermillion dot. I couldn't get that at that age, but now I realized that she had menstrual periods that day. For the next four days I've not seen the vermillion.
Added to my fate, her family shifted to the house next to ours and I was an uninvited guest for that day. I saw her father's photograph hanged against the wall with a plastic garland. Only she and her mother live in that house of three consecutive rooms with a window in bedroom and the other in kitchen. Rooms seemed to be very large and neat. We had nice conversation and I know she liked me a lot. But I was not in the age to realize the difference between 'like' and 'love'. So I kept quite. One day, she even kissed on my cheek.
Next day when I, Abdul and the co-mates had a conversation with her, Abdul asked her "Will you love me?" We all, including her, were in a great shock. She replied with a strange laugh "Nice joke".Ratnajay asked "So whom do you like the most among us?" She kept her hand on my head and said "I like this small goat the most" rubbing my hair. I gave a smile, while hussain laughed and placed his hand on her thigh, may be accidentally.
The next day, I didn't see them. I roamed all over the school and at the back yard there is a scrap shed. I heard some distinct chatter. I slowly moved and peeped through the hole of the shed.
And that second I couldn't understand what I was seeing. After a second or two I saw Abdul and Hussain with Satwika. Abdul kept his head under her skirt licking something; Hussain kept his two hands on her boobs and went on squeezing them. Satwika shut her eyes with the head raised up and her lower lip under her teeth.
At that particular time I want the person, who said to me that heart would be on the left side, to be beaten to death because it's neither the left nor the right side I felt pain, but at the centre I felt so. Soon they partly naked her and did whatever they wanted to. I can explain now what they did that day, but I couldn't get that then and I was pretty sure that what she was doing was vulgar.
I ran out of the place immediately with the rolling tears, this time heavily. Next day, I went to her house to ask why she's doing so. All the doors and windows were locked from inside, I considered cloudy atmosphere before raining as the reason for that. But I hear small murmerings. It started raining slightly. I went to the other side of the house and found that one wing of the bedroom window is not locked. I peeped through the window and saw her fully naked with Ratnajay and Hussain, who are naked too. Abdul had a video camera in one hand, removing his shirt with the other hnd and satwika was laughing and enjoying with them. I completely got the situation and It's being done with satwika's agreement. To my f**king fate, then it started raining heavily.
I went back to home, weeping deeply in the rain, and opened my dictionary to see the definition of love, which is stated as strong feeling of deep affection for something or somebody. Moreover, that's the feeling what I had for her exactly in my heart. I couldn't understand what kind of love was that, those three f**king idiots showed for her. I threw my dictionary at a distance of two feet and began to weep by sitting on the side of a window seeing the rainfall.
Next day when I went to school I saw her in the playground. She called me and asked to come to her home in the evening. I just spat on her face calling her "PROSTITUTE" and went away.
I,the author, forgot something to say at the very beginning. The "I" in this story is "my father - Raghuvaran " and "Satwika" is "my mother" and me, the author, is their younger son. And My name is "Hari".
