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Falled apart ( part 1 )
BROCK ( 2 years till graduation )
" The wind is really calm and compose."
The car is running slowly , allowing every bit of wind to touch my hair. Though the more It runs the more my heart beats and hence the more i fear .
"Fear" not because I am afraid to die at an accident, infact I am waiting eagerly for the day when death will kiss my Forehead. But "Fear" because after spending 16 amazing years with my mom now all i have to say her "Goodbye" and God knows for how long?
So finally we enterred the city "Boston" 'My dream place', well Everything took place in the blink of an eye, From Hannah, my bestfriend calling me a week ago, informing about her admission at SUFFOLK university and the next day my uncle talked with Mr. Porter For mine.
Finally the car stops, at our destination Perhaps my destiny. And i see that someone is standing at thie lane near the university , it's Mr Porter, principal of this university "A huge man with a faty figure, perhaps an Anglo-American and he gives us a glance
"Nice to meet you sir" mom mumbles after coming out fron our car
"Am I will be manage without mom? Infact i still behave like a nipper! "
Lots of thoughts struck my head that at some point I'm on the edge of having a nervous breakdown.
Then i heard someone calling my name.
"Brock", its him, Mr. Porter.
So , i rush tawards him .
"We are lucky to have a brilliant student like you, since its 9:20 am only so you may start with us from today while Mr. Dickens will guide your mom to your hostel room"
I agree.
And he accompanied me to my clasroom. while walking through the lane, i see a lot of students are playing basketball .
Talking about me , in my life I never focussed on anything except my grades so every game is an alien species to me.
well, we finally enter in our clasroom.
"crowd of students are sitting in their desks "
For an introvert like me, sometimes it's too even difficult to breathe when sorrounded by people, and here I'm feeling like a deer among lions .
"Listen everyone we have someone special to introduce among you, He's Brock otson I hope you will make him feel comfortable here" . Mr. Porter ends , and walks away from our room.
I walk across the emtpy aisle and sit in the last desk .
"неу I'm Max ", Someone utters, its a boy, he looks so lean and skinny He's sitting next to me.
"Nice to met you", i replies in my most humble way.
Ignoring him , i look for my books inside my bag.
While if someone looks inside my brain he'll find only two things - Number one Anxiety and number two darkness . Sometimes, I feel like my heart is drum and the arteries and veins are the two sticks atached to the hand of monkey who are Beating it compulsively. Nonethless i wish for the soon demisal of the monkey . Probably thats what i've been waiting, since a 6 years after father left us .
Just then i heard someones footsteps, entering our classroom.
"Hi i am your English teacher, Miss Nichole" she enters and begins by asking us a question.
" Wjats the difference between loving someone and loving ourselves? "
I raise my hand ,
" Lowing others always have some terms and conditions glued to it, while loving ourself is unconditional , its absolutely granted ! Nonethless, there is no fear of betrayal"
"I agree " Miss Nichole smiled and She looks towards the blonde girl with short hair sitting in the first row , "Fiona , will you like to add anything? "
"Perhaps , loving someone is the most beautiful present you can ever gift to someone and i consider it as " Things of beauty mentioned by John keats in his poem "
The same he wrote -
' A thing of beauty is a joy forever ,
Its loveliness increases and never passes into nothingness '
Whereas loving oneself is just mere a symbol of self obsescity "
Fiona concludes
to be continued....
© Bishal kalita
" The wind is really calm and compose."
The car is running slowly , allowing every bit of wind to touch my hair. Though the more It runs the more my heart beats and hence the more i fear .
"Fear" not because I am afraid to die at an accident, infact I am waiting eagerly for the day when death will kiss my Forehead. But "Fear" because after spending 16 amazing years with my mom now all i have to say her "Goodbye" and God knows for how long?
So finally we enterred the city "Boston" 'My dream place', well Everything took place in the blink of an eye, From Hannah, my bestfriend calling me a week ago, informing about her admission at SUFFOLK university and the next day my uncle talked with Mr. Porter For mine.
Finally the car stops, at our destination Perhaps my destiny. And i see that someone is standing at thie lane near the university , it's Mr Porter, principal of this university "A huge man with a faty figure, perhaps an Anglo-American and he gives us a glance
"Nice to meet you sir" mom mumbles after coming out fron our car
"Am I will be manage without mom? Infact i still behave like a nipper! "
Lots of thoughts struck my head that at some point I'm on the edge of having a nervous breakdown.
Then i heard someone calling my name.
"Brock", its him, Mr. Porter.
So , i rush tawards him .
"We are lucky to have a brilliant student like you, since its 9:20 am only so you may start with us from today while Mr. Dickens will guide your mom to your hostel room"
I agree.
And he accompanied me to my clasroom. while walking through the lane, i see a lot of students are playing basketball .
Talking about me , in my life I never focussed on anything except my grades so every game is an alien species to me.
well, we finally enter in our clasroom.
"crowd of students are sitting in their desks "
For an introvert like me, sometimes it's too even difficult to breathe when sorrounded by people, and here I'm feeling like a deer among lions .
"Listen everyone we have someone special to introduce among you, He's Brock otson I hope you will make him feel comfortable here" . Mr. Porter ends , and walks away from our room.
I walk across the emtpy aisle and sit in the last desk .
"неу I'm Max ", Someone utters, its a boy, he looks so lean and skinny He's sitting next to me.
"Nice to met you", i replies in my most humble way.
Ignoring him , i look for my books inside my bag.
While if someone looks inside my brain he'll find only two things - Number one Anxiety and number two darkness . Sometimes, I feel like my heart is drum and the arteries and veins are the two sticks atached to the hand of monkey who are Beating it compulsively. Nonethless i wish for the soon demisal of the monkey . Probably thats what i've been waiting, since a 6 years after father left us .
Just then i heard someones footsteps, entering our classroom.
"Hi i am your English teacher, Miss Nichole" she enters and begins by asking us a question.
" Wjats the difference between loving someone and loving ourselves? "
I raise my hand ,
" Lowing others always have some terms and conditions glued to it, while loving ourself is unconditional , its absolutely granted ! Nonethless, there is no fear of betrayal"
"I agree " Miss Nichole smiled and She looks towards the blonde girl with short hair sitting in the first row , "Fiona , will you like to add anything? "
"Perhaps , loving someone is the most beautiful present you can ever gift to someone and i consider it as " Things of beauty mentioned by John keats in his poem "
The same he wrote -
' A thing of beauty is a joy forever ,
Its loveliness increases and never passes into nothingness '
Whereas loving oneself is just mere a symbol of self obsescity "
Fiona concludes
to be continued....
© Bishal kalita
