It is a 14-15 years ago story when she was in school in 6th standard.
She used to be very playful; she used to talk more than she thinks, more than she knows. She found out everything seems to be beautiful. She was hardly aware of the real world. She also went to school like any other girls. She wore those short skirts above the knees as other does. She love to dress up well like a smart girl, though her academic was not so great (laugh). One day, she met her first crush. It was during her sixth standard.
It was Hindi class. One beautiful woman teacher was taking that class. She gradually starts to ask questions to all students in the class. The beautiful woman teacher asked a question to one of the boy. The Boy was the one whom the little girl had a crushed on. The moment he got up from his seat, she saw him; looking at him she blushed, she was lost in her world for a moment. And what happened next was, the lady teacher turned over to her after him for a question. She felt shy, as she could not answer to the question.
These went on and on, day-by-day her study was deteriorating but she still had crush on him. She used to talk to him. She used to fight with him. She used to buy sticker for him, as he likes sticker.
She could not express much. She did not have guts to tell him her feelings either. Nevertheless, she “never” wanted him to be as her “boyfriend”. Caused she felt at that tender age, it was not a right thing to do. No doubt, she always wanted her eyes on him.
The days were just going as usual. One fine day, her father realized that the little girl studies are getting worse and he had planned to send off her to a boarding school. As her father decided, all was set to send off her to a boarding school. She thought, before getting into the boarding school she would take some lines from him on her slam book. Then she passed on the slam book through a friend.
She was waiting eagerly to receive the slam book written by him. Finally, she received the slam book. She was excited, she was delighted, and at the same time, she was impatient to read those lines written by him. Slowly, she opened the pages of the slam book; she started reading those lines written by him. As she started reading deeply and slowly every line, drop of tear starts to fall down from her tiny eyes. She broke down. She did not expect that he would write in such an impolite way. She felt offensive. She felt disgraceful. She got scared. She was wondering, thinking what went wrong, because she just asked for an autograph, nothing more than that.
At that tender age, she learned the feeling of getting hurt when someone disapproved it. She learned the meaning of heartbreak.
By Suchitra Sharma B