Not proofread, oblige errors if any...
I know that serial is based on child-marriage and various alike social evils... but i just couldn't help but write an entirely different story in different light.
It just has one theme and it's called, Love.
One More Time...
First encounter
When I saw him for the first time, I was barely a teenager. It was first time that some girl from my village had attended the school in another city, it just was surprising that my father was willing to make me get education. Me and my family had been under pressure from the villagers as according to them we were ruining the character of the other village girls by filling their mind with the strange activities. So we left, my mother was angry with my father but she kept by his side, like always.
We came in Tulsipur, where to do anything we had to take permission from the Roy Choudhury's, the owner of the village and the richest people. My father somehow got the permission, against the will of RCs and villagers, or as my father put it that, it was one handsome prince who agrued and got the permission from the Bade Maalik. A prince I had thought... what a discription of some person! It was strange as my father never praised anyone, he knew better of this world but somehow this so called prince earned my father's respect, I was curious.
As the days approached to my first day in school it not only filled me with anticipation and nervousness but also the constant taunts of the neighbor's soured any happy feeling that was trying to find its way in my heart. I didn't blame them, I could not for I understood that not every person can think alike and agree to a point but then everyone is independent of having thoughts of there own. After all that's why God has bestowed us of our personal brain.
Finally the arrived, I didn't had the proper dress but then it was not usual for the gIrls to attend the school. Not even the high-class girls let alone the girls like her, and it won't be surprising if the school never even thought to design a dress for girls too.
I prepared myself in my own dress, an old lancha and top and a slate and chalk. I didn't had the bag so I ended up walking without it with my slate and chalk handy. As I reached the school gate, I couldn't help but wonder as the beauty of the building, though it was old and the paint was washed away from the rain yet the environment felt like it was filled with different energy. It was wonderful and aesthetic experience for me.
I entered after a bit of hesitation and was astonished looking around. I could see boys playing on a clean ground which was big, as big as 20 times her father's land back in her village. It was really strange that so much land was being wasted here where was people like her father would spend day and night on their small land harvesting it.
Soon I reached to my class, it was a big room with many benches and tables aligned facing a large slate like price behind an elevated platform on which a table chair was arranged facing the benches and tables. I could see no girl, not even a single one and the boys were looking at me in wonderment. I guess I can understand their perplexity at that point.
I quitely sat at the back, not able to take the stares anymore.after a while the bell rang and every one rushed out, I followed them. All the students of whole school were getting assembled in the huge field where the boys were playing sometime back.
I also stood in one corner, not able to understand what's going on. Suddenly an elderly man came up on the platform and started to adress us, the students. He was mainly welcoming us to school and the he invited a boy from the crowd, Anirudh Roy Choudhury. And in no time he came up, I felt curious listening to the name Roy Choudhury. I tried to stand on my tip toes in order to take a better look and found myself stuck on his face.
How can I possibly explain what I felt or experienced in that moment! If her father was referring to someone as prince, then he was it... He was beautiful boy, but looked way older than herself. She didn't realise that she was gawking at him and was in uncomfortable position but her bosy knew and it embarrassing her gave it up, and made her fall on her face! It was in that moment she stole the attention of the entire school and to her horror even he was looking her, but she could feel the mirth in his eyes and he resumed saving her of more embarrassment.
After a few more moments the speech got over and students returned to their respective classes.
Days went by and and she became engrossed in the new life, the classes, subjects. She was homeschooled by her father so she had little to no diffculty to grasp. On other hand, she felt herself getting more and more curious to know about him! It was quite unlike her but she would ask her father who argued and who was the one who got the permission from the RCs. She came to know that it was his last year and after this he won't be coming back. Which made her heart flutter with some unknown emotion.
It was just few days within which she came to know that one such RC was there in her class as well, apparently his brother, Batuk who was unlike him, his brother in many ways. He was lazy and a bully! She wondered if they were real brothers from same mother?!
Most of the times batuk would pick on her because she was the only girl in the class, nay nay! I the whole school! Somehow she felt that even the teachers would favour batuk, perhaps his being from RC family had to do something with it. She wished if she could somehow complain about him to his brother, fOrget talking to him, let alone the thought of going infront of him made this whole self shiver!
But some how she conjured up the courage and decided that it was enough and now she will have to do just that! Complain about Batuk to his brother.
She folded her hands and prayed to her Durga ma to give her courage to speak for the right! And with that she headed towards the matrics.
Okay so that's it for now, will update in sometimes the next part.
Remember, patience is the virtue...
Love you always...
PS, I was listening to this song, it's just beautiful.
Tum Se Tum Tak
Cricket
