'THAP THAP'
The only sound breaking the tranquility of the library was the stamping of books by Mrs. Braganza, the librarian, fondly called as 'Barmy Braganza' by my fellow sophomores. With me, that was not the case. However barmy she may be, she was still the caretaker of my heaven, the library.
I sat in the library, for god knows how much time, poring over books of my favourite subject, biology, more specifically genetics. It was fascinating how tiny strands of inconspicuous material could determine the characters of a person. Interesting ain't it? Lock me in a room with some books for company, I'll survive.
You would probably take me for a nerd now. But honestly I was not a nerd. At least not like the people around me now, with the typical thick rimmed glasses which were pushed up too often, greasy flattened hair, crisp and clean uniform and so on. I was poles apart with being a nerd.
My tie was never in place, the corner of my shirt always stayed outside my pants and I had the habit of ruffling my neck length brown hair frequently. So no one in their right minds would call me a nerd. On the contrary the girls had given me the title of Charmer'. Till today I couldn't make heads or tails of the reason behind it.
Being Swayam Shekawat, the charmer' of the high school had its own pros and cons. My charm' is what stopped the teachers from persuading me to cut my hair or punishing me when I forgot my HW (well that's what people say). The irritating part was the frequent giggling of the stupid girls I had to endure while walking through the corridors. The shrill voice and the irritating noise always made wish to bang my head on the nearest corridor available.
The best reward my charm' offered me was Sharon. My brain went all misty at her name. Sharon Rai Prakash, my girlfriend, my love, my life. Because of her the giggling had reduced drastically. The girls now knew that Swayam Shekawat was taken. If not for anything else, I owe her big time for this.
Our story is not one of the typical sorts where if the boy was famous than the girl was a nerd and vice-versa. For all I know I was supposedly the charmer' but Sharon, she was the real Diva of the high school. We were like two poles of a magnet. I loved books, she hated them. Library was my heaven, library was her hell. We had just ONE thing in common- we loved each other.
Library was my heaven from childhood but one incident made it even more special- this was the place where I, for the first time, had actually noticed Sharon.
The incident had taken place almost a year ago. I was searching for my father, rather the father of genetics, Mendel. I was informed by Mrs. Braganza that the book about him and his works was in one of the top rack. I dragged a ladder to the rack and started searching for it. I had been getting odd vibes that day as if some miracle was going to occur and it did. Sharon had come to the library.
By god's grace she had to take a book from the same shelf. On my quest for Mendel, I lost my grip and slipped from the ladder. I shut my eyes waiting for the impact of the collision, wondering how ghastly I would look while bleeding. But nothing happened of that sort. I opened my eyes to find myself in Sharon's arms, her eyes wide open that they threatened to pop out any second. It was really embarrassing for me. I slowly moved my feet to the ground and the next second Sharon withdrew her arms. I couldn't help but gape at her and found her doing the same.
As realization struck I gave her an awkward smile and made my way without a backward glance, my ears red due to embarrassment.
This was how we met. Then gradually looks changed into smiles, smiles into talks and finally we ended up proposing each other, that too on the same day. I found myself shamelessly in love, a feeling which I didn't believe I was mature enough to handle at the age of 15. As we sailed through our relationship I thanked god that I wasn't a nerd. Because then Sharon could be officially passed off as the boyfriend and I as the girlfriend in the relationship.
"SWAYAM SHAKE-AWE-AT"
I exited my thoughts as the monotonous soporific voice mixed with anger reached me. I looked up at Mrs. Braganza in confusion and quickly glued a sombre expression as she looked ready to skin me alive.
"That's a book! Not an armrest for your dreams!"
I looked down and understood. I had rested my hands on the book while drooling over Sharon. I sighed. Sharon had won the battle over genetics for my thoughts. I walked up to the shelf to keep the book when I felt myself turned and pinned against the shelf.
My eyes connected themselves with the familiar greenish hazel ones and the next second my vision was obscured by a huge quantity of black, shiny and fragrant hair as Sharon kissed me on the cheek. I smiled and saw Sharon blush. Bagging this chance I pulled Sharon by her arm and interchanged our positions. Now it was Sharon who was trapped between me and the shelf. Her eyes widened and she looked into my eyes. Even I could feel the heat as blood gushed into her cheeks. I grinned at her. She looked to endearing when she blushed.
"What are you doing here Sharon? Isn't this your restricted area?" I asked faking confusion.
Sharon gave a dry laugh.
"I know I would have completely driven out genetics from your mind so I came here to drag you out of the library." She winked an eye at me.
I chuckled. That was the best thing about us. However complicated a maze we were as individuals we were that straight a road when together. All the antagonistic teenage hormones simply failed in front of our love. The other students did call our love 'puppy love' but I knew deep down that our love would last forever come what may. With these unnatural heavy thoughts in my mind I leaned forward, hiding our faces with the book and kissed Sharon. She responded passionately and I pressed myself more onto her, diminishing the gap between and savoured each and every moment of our kiss with only the treatise of genetics as the witness of our 'young love'.
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