Part 3
Always listen to your heart though it stays on left , it is always right ! ...thought i and kept blushing to my self!There was a free period and everyone was busy with their own work so was I (in my day dreams, staring at him and chatting with my friends)trio! *talented i am * :)
Incharge of the class just left outside and prithvi’s gang mates started shouting “shruthi shruthi” I knew they were teasing some guy with that girls name, because there was no girl with that name in my class. I enquired the same girl who misplaced prithvis’ name with ram and destroyed my calculations, this time she even destroyed my dreams and everything revealing the truth “shruthi is prithvi’s 6th standard girlfriend”
This is the end, it’s over now. How can any person have a love story , a successful love story in 6th class? ,of all the people on this earth why do I choose guys with already famous love stories? My fate? My luck? My story? My choice? :P
2nd phase of love failure popped into my life. I took drastic decision not to even look at him, and it actually helped me a lot to forget about him and to stop dreaming about him temporarily. The teasing went on for a few days ,it got worse as it extended to even bus, who ever when they see prithvi ,they just start shouting “shruthi shruthi “that used to disturb me a lot.
So I thought maybe if even I start teasing him I might feel better. Next day while he was getting down from the bus, I called on a busmate “shruthi didi do u know which shruthi the song u sang belong to?” and gave a sheepish smile at him.
Finally one day may be, he couldn’t stand my behavior probably, he stopped while getting into the bus and said “ramya, shruthi is only my childhood friend swear nothing else!” (Wow that sounded awesome)
I promptly replied “why are you saying that to me?” (of course I am celebrating inside you cared to tell me that)
“I just felt like telling you” said prithvi and went to sit in the back seat of the bus.
What was that? Why did he care to tell me? Does that mean he clarified things with me? Or he justified? While I was busy self answering to the self questions I put to myself, my friend came by and said “ramya, I need to tell you something ,it’s a kind of important and irking? Are you in a right mood? “yeah”said I .
Or do I have the fate of getting bashed now?”
“Go on, I am in a perfect mood?” I said.
“Today after you spoke to prithvi , did you heard what he spoke further ?”
I said “no”.
“What did he say? “
“He said I am free, give me a try.” Said she
I was half happy, half mad at him, I was so furious I thought I would bash him the next day, but the moment I saw him, the same idiotic smile on my face spreading miles away spread on my lips.
And it was his birthday that was the first time I saw him in other dress than school uniform. My rage disappeared in the air
That day went smooth, until he started distributing chocolates in the class. He was coming closer, I felt heaven, next it was me , I extended my hand and said “happy birthday prithvi” with a smiling face.
He didn’t give his hand for a shake; I took it off and picked a chocolate.
Girrr! I hate him! So much!