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She was wearing Blue.
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Like everyday I went there unwantedly ....now the common question comes to your mind Where?
Actually as my tummy is getting ahead day by day my maa was pretty worried about my outlook,so she decided that I should go to the field everyday to a Martial Art's teacher and should burn some calories there.
so I had to go there every day actually except the days I'd tuition at that time...
I knew it was good for my health but honestly I don't like running the whole ground for 3 times,to dopush ups for 30 times and doing 100 counts of different physical exercises.
Yet inspite of my mind's reluctance I had to go....
And the most boring part of going there was, neither had I any friend there with whom I could chatter nor was there any competent girl for me to stare and dream(generally I don't stare at the girls whom I like,I am not that courageous but sometimes I like to look at them for a fraction of second and pacify my mind).
So here the introduction went....
So like every unpleasant day I went
there with the hope of getting back to home as soon as possible,when I reached there I found there nothing different ...
The fellow boys who have a great enthusiasm in Martial arts they all were sitting proudly in the gallery and waiting for the begin,girls were sitting on the ground in a circle and talking something interesting but inspite of having a desire to sit with them and chat but I couldn't (because a boy among the girls is just like a raven among the peacocks)
so at sharp 5 the practice began I had to run the whole ground for 3 times but actually I ran one round and half walked and half ran the rest of the two...
so there after we got a break just for two minutes for drinking water and after that the real torture begins ,at first free hand exercises for 100 counts and there after real Martial arts -kicks,punch etc. Between the free hand exercise and practicing the kicks and punches I didn't get any break for water on that day ,so generally I was angry with the Master.After few more hasty whiles doing all the kicks tiredly and before beginning the Kata (a combinations of various steps in karate consisting punches,kicks and other complicated postures) we got one more ahort water break,
I climbed the gallery hurriedly and snatched my water bottle from the bag and started drinking with my feel, Actually during Karate class only I feel the variability of water,when I drank enough water by almost finishing the bottle I saw a little boy (or girl?) wearing a dim yellow T-shirt with the Lord Jagannath's face embroidered on it sitting on the step where my bag was.So as I was really happy after drinking the water I felt that I should say at least 'Hello' to the little boy,so I said him 'Hello' unfortunately the little poor child felt that I can be a monster, so he replied nothing in change, but I asked his/her name,then she looked at my face and perhsps thought I am a boy who is actually a monster (but truly I am just a simple,helpless boy of 16 ),so the child got down from the step and sat just few steps down making his little body close to a girl as a child does to her mother when he or she gets afraid ,who was wearing BLUE,at that moment I was really feeling guilty .
but when the girl looked back,everything became standstill,I forgot where I was and for what purpose,Just her pretty face was gleaming before my glasses, there was a mild smile in her face and I felt may be she looked at me .
I felt that the place is not that bad to come regularly,and I was feeling as fresh as I got up recently from a sweet sleep.I got back to the field with full enthusiasm and kept looking at the gallery time to time looking for the blue in every few while,
But after a little, didn't find her anymore in the gallery.
Sometimes in this book what we call 'life', some characters come who comes just to play a little role but puts the impact on you for long perhaps for the whole life.
I don't know any day will I again meet with her or not? May be 'No'
but I still go there everyday and look for
𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊.
© Sagnik Pal.
Like everyday I went there unwantedly ....now the common question comes to your mind Where?
Actually as my tummy is getting ahead day by day my maa was pretty worried about my outlook,so she decided that I should go to the field everyday to a Martial Art's teacher and should burn some calories there.
so I had to go there every day actually except the days I'd tuition at that time...
I knew it was good for my health but honestly I don't like running the whole ground for 3 times,to dopush ups for 30 times and doing 100 counts of different physical exercises.
Yet inspite of my mind's reluctance I had to go....
And the most boring part of going there was, neither had I any friend there with whom I could chatter nor was there any competent girl for me to stare and dream(generally I don't stare at the girls whom I like,I am not that courageous but sometimes I like to look at them for a fraction of second and pacify my mind).
So here the introduction went....
So like every unpleasant day I went
there with the hope of getting back to home as soon as possible,when I reached there I found there nothing different ...
The fellow boys who have a great enthusiasm in Martial arts they all were sitting proudly in the gallery and waiting for the begin,girls were sitting on the ground in a circle and talking something interesting but inspite of having a desire to sit with them and chat but I couldn't (because a boy among the girls is just like a raven among the peacocks)
so at sharp 5 the practice began I had to run the whole ground for 3 times but actually I ran one round and half walked and half ran the rest of the two...
so there after we got a break just for two minutes for drinking water and after that the real torture begins ,at first free hand exercises for 100 counts and there after real Martial arts -kicks,punch etc. Between the free hand exercise and practicing the kicks and punches I didn't get any break for water on that day ,so generally I was angry with the Master.After few more hasty whiles doing all the kicks tiredly and before beginning the Kata (a combinations of various steps in karate consisting punches,kicks and other complicated postures) we got one more ahort water break,
I climbed the gallery hurriedly and snatched my water bottle from the bag and started drinking with my feel, Actually during Karate class only I feel the variability of water,when I drank enough water by almost finishing the bottle I saw a little boy (or girl?) wearing a dim yellow T-shirt with the Lord Jagannath's face embroidered on it sitting on the step where my bag was.So as I was really happy after drinking the water I felt that I should say at least 'Hello' to the little boy,so I said him 'Hello' unfortunately the little poor child felt that I can be a monster, so he replied nothing in change, but I asked his/her name,then she looked at my face and perhsps thought I am a boy who is actually a monster (but truly I am just a simple,helpless boy of 16 ),so the child got down from the step and sat just few steps down making his little body close to a girl as a child does to her mother when he or she gets afraid ,who was wearing BLUE,at that moment I was really feeling guilty .
but when the girl looked back,everything became standstill,I forgot where I was and for what purpose,Just her pretty face was gleaming before my glasses, there was a mild smile in her face and I felt may be she looked at me .
I felt that the place is not that bad to come regularly,and I was feeling as fresh as I got up recently from a sweet sleep.I got back to the field with full enthusiasm and kept looking at the gallery time to time looking for the blue in every few while,
But after a little, didn't find her anymore in the gallery.
Sometimes in this book what we call 'life', some characters come who comes just to play a little role but puts the impact on you for long perhaps for the whole life.
I don't know any day will I again meet with her or not? May be 'No'
but I still go there everyday and look for
𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊.
© Sagnik Pal.
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