every step that i walk
toward the tommorows of uncertainity
i carry your laugh with me
i thought you were some bad habit
i got
but you turned out to be a piece
of flesh of my heart
buried deep.
Perfectly fitting
in the jigsaw of my chaos
completing me whole
i knew you'll eventually disappear
but i hadn't the kindness to let you go with your bones
And here you are
living in my memories
with a heartache little unknown.
===============================================================
As she made her way to the lecture stand, her arms laden with books, she couldn't help but notice the expressions on our faces. A knowing smile spread across her lips as she set her books down and turned to face us.
"Don't worry," she said, her voice warm and reassuring. "I'm not teaching just now. Go on with your break." A collective sigh of relief swept through the room as the tension melted away. Our beloved break had been saved.
Just then, her eyes fell on Aadarsh and her smile grew even wider. "Oh look," she exclaimed, "who is here!" spotting Aadarsh in his usual seat. Aadarsh simply flashed his sweet smile in response.
Our English teacher was always friendly with us all, but Aadarsh held a special place in her heart. He was the class clown - always making us laugh with his quick wit and clever jokes. Even the teachers couldn't resist his charm. He was the good yet utterly mischievous kid that everyone adored.
"You look very handsome today in those jeans," our teacher said with genuineness in her compliment.
One thing about Aadarsh was that he was always conscious of what he wore. He had a keen sense of fashion and it showed in the way he dressed. And those black cargo joggers he was wearing today were no exception - they were eye-catching.
As our teacher complimented him, Aadarsh stood up, eager to show off his joggers more clearly. "Right?" he asked, beaming with pride. "My mom was like 'don't get it, it doesn't suit you.' I'll tell her that you complimented me." His smile grew even wider as he basked in the glow of our teacher's praise.
"Of course," our teacher said, playing along with Aadarsh's enthusiasm. But she couldn't resist adding a gentle reminder of her role as our teacher. "But try to study harder," she said, her tone firm but kind. "That will compliment what you all wear even better."
Aadarsh's grin faded slightly as he considered her words. "No, mam," he said, his voice laced with genuine curiosity. "Seriously, this question needs to be asked - who goes home spending hours to study English? Like, I seriously hold the English textbook for the first time the night before the exam. It only takes moments."
He wasn't wrong though. Even I used to sit with my English syllabus the night before the exam. Who studies English like they do physics, chemistry, or even social studies?
Our teacher nodded, understanding our perspective. "Yes," she said, "but you have been explained the whole chapter clearly by us. That's why you're able to sit only the night before the exam. And that explains why you always mess up the grammar." she said
Aadarsh shrugged, unfazed by her criticism. "C'mon mam," he said, his voice confident. "Isn't it really about intuition? Honestly, it's never about the rules. The answer is most of the time what suits in that sentence and it's almost correct. I only lose 2 or 3 marks in grammar."
Our teacher shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yeah," she said, "if you'd study the rules properly, you'd also get the same grades in English as Sanya and Danish."
I couldn't help but agree with Aadarsh. I never really read the rules either - I just went with what suited the sentence best. But of course, there were some portions where understanding the rules was necessary.
Aadarsh rolled his eyes, his tone playful. "They are weird creatures, ma'am," he said, referring to us. "Like their favorite subject is probably physics. I mean, how ridiculous is that?". Mine isn't
I remembered the weekend test in physics two weeks before. It had been quite difficult, but I had scored the highest grade, with Danish trailing behind me by two grades. It had been a sweet victory. Aadarsh was probably saying that based on the results.
"Physics isn't for all, bro," Danish said coolly, shrugging off Aadarsh's remark. Our teacher simply chuckled, amused by our banter.
"Enough now," she said, her tone firm but kind. "Go on with your break. It'll end soon and I want everyone back in their seats by then."