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Class X
#WritcoStoryPrompt29
I ran all the way home from the ground. The older boys had beaten me up good but I still had the strength to run as far as I could from them.
I knew my mother would be the next one to thrash me for getting beaten up, which was ironical, if you know what I mean. But I had no choice. I couldn't tell her the real reason the boys picked on me...
But just as I entered she took one good look of me and could tell something was wrong.
" Did you fight? " anger laced her voice.
"No I didn't "
I denied even though the evidences of a blackened eye, a bruised elbow were all pointing towards it. It wasn't these small scratches (and I refuse to call them injuries because then my male ego will get bruised) that hurt, it was the embarrasment I would face now.
Oh God ! How would I face her now? How would I go to school now ? was more distressing to me than what would Mom say.
I don't know since when I had fallen in love with her. Maybe it was that day when they were reading Julius Caesar in class.Strangely it was Shakespeare's tragedy that was witness to the first stir of my love. Maybe it was premonition that it would end up bad for me.Whenever I saw her I just couldn't take my eyes of her. That deep chocolate brown eyes that turned golden when light reflected from them. I could spend not this but many lifetimes looking at them. Those black ringlets touching her forehead made me want to caress them too. To see if they looked soft or were soft in reality. She was soo beautiful that I used to regularly daydream about her in class.
That night Mom came to tuck me in like always and slowly ruffled my hairs.
"What's the matter Amar ? Why are you so restless ?"
The gentleness of Mom's touch and voice always works like magic. I can't really hide anything from her.
" Mom I m in love... "
" Oh my baby ! When did you grow so big ? My son likes someone... "
I found her smiling slowly lost in her own thoughts like reminiscing some old memories of her own.
" But Amar why did you fight ? "
I twisted turned started playing with a thread loose out of my blanket.
" It was her twelfth standard brother and his friends, Mom. They had somehow found out"
"Ah... So you were caught holding hands"
"Umm No.. "
"Then...You know the talk your father gave you on birds and bees last year"
My face had turned so hot and red by then.
"It is nothing like that.." I had flipped my face and hid it in my soft squishy pillow.
"Then what's bothering you? "
I slowly mumbled without turning towards her.
"I proposed my English teacher today"
© gary
I ran all the way home from the ground. The older boys had beaten me up good but I still had the strength to run as far as I could from them.
I knew my mother would be the next one to thrash me for getting beaten up, which was ironical, if you know what I mean. But I had no choice. I couldn't tell her the real reason the boys picked on me...
But just as I entered she took one good look of me and could tell something was wrong.
" Did you fight? " anger laced her voice.
"No I didn't "
I denied even though the evidences of a blackened eye, a bruised elbow were all pointing towards it. It wasn't these small scratches (and I refuse to call them injuries because then my male ego will get bruised) that hurt, it was the embarrasment I would face now.
Oh God ! How would I face her now? How would I go to school now ? was more distressing to me than what would Mom say.
I don't know since when I had fallen in love with her. Maybe it was that day when they were reading Julius Caesar in class.Strangely it was Shakespeare's tragedy that was witness to the first stir of my love. Maybe it was premonition that it would end up bad for me.Whenever I saw her I just couldn't take my eyes of her. That deep chocolate brown eyes that turned golden when light reflected from them. I could spend not this but many lifetimes looking at them. Those black ringlets touching her forehead made me want to caress them too. To see if they looked soft or were soft in reality. She was soo beautiful that I used to regularly daydream about her in class.
That night Mom came to tuck me in like always and slowly ruffled my hairs.
"What's the matter Amar ? Why are you so restless ?"
The gentleness of Mom's touch and voice always works like magic. I can't really hide anything from her.
" Mom I m in love... "
" Oh my baby ! When did you grow so big ? My son likes someone... "
I found her smiling slowly lost in her own thoughts like reminiscing some old memories of her own.
" But Amar why did you fight ? "
I twisted turned started playing with a thread loose out of my blanket.
" It was her twelfth standard brother and his friends, Mom. They had somehow found out"
"Ah... So you were caught holding hands"
"Umm No.. "
"Then...You know the talk your father gave you on birds and bees last year"
My face had turned so hot and red by then.
"It is nothing like that.." I had flipped my face and hid it in my soft squishy pillow.
"Then what's bothering you? "
I slowly mumbled without turning towards her.
"I proposed my English teacher today"
© gary
