I had been a week for admission in the 11th in Inter College. One day when I had reached school early, he was just looking at it from the balcony and looking around there. No. 5 bus stopped in front of the college, I came to see the children descending from the bus. Some boys of my class used to come in that bus.
The child had gone and I had gaze at the gate of the bus. Then what happened ... can not be given to him. A beautiful girl, do not know who, dressed in school dress (blue suit) I went to the corner of the balcony to see him a little careful. Just stopping quite a distance from the gate. He was coming towards the gate. Changes fell, cold winds were running. I was also flying with the winds. After seeing it in the first glance, the brain started making imagery.
Like a heroine comes and every step of her brings winds of wind and she feels the protagonist closed the eyes. Almost similar situation was mine. He had entered the school. I ran down quickly to see which class he went to. As soon as he reached me, he entered the office. Prayer bell rang Today the mind was somewhere else. The friends said that the girl who looks good from far away is not she I thought I would look a little closer after praying but it was not certain in which class he reads.
After the prayer was over, we went to class. Since there were benches in three rows in the class, I was still the last bench student. The girls' line started in the class and then like I went crazy, the eyes went out of sight when I saw it in that line. Lately open hair, cheeped eyes, wheat cloth seemed really beautiful, they looked so beautiful. He was sitting, according to which we both were sitting in the guarantee of the highest distance. On the first bench of the first line I got the last bench on the third I got up and went ahead for the bottle to see him closely. She was throwing something out of her head in the bag. She was really beautiful ... very beautiful. He saw a glance and went down to bottle. After leaving the class, grinding his teeth was being said "yes yes". I felt like I had a queen of dreams.
Came into the class room filled with water, the classics had come. His name was going to be known. Even then I was being lied down ....... prayer ? Hmm, no ... the queen? ... maybe ... or the other ... Bhak is so fuzzy name ... ha ha ha It was lost in these fantasies, so the attendance was turned on. Suman …. Present Sir ... Oh, Suman, yes this name was his. How sweet was his In the brain, Suman began to break the name, Suman ... touching ... something like that. Today the mind was not aware that the child was doing childishly. Although there were many smart boys in the class and I was not even a little. It was also known that the half class is going to be behind it, yet I was full of confidence.
It was being said in the brain ... you are mine ... Suman. Slowly I had a look at every one of his actions in a class room that passed slowly. And on every single boy who is watching him. So far he had lost his nature, absolutely away from a shining, colorful world;
My mind started to be lost, lost my brain. Although I was a little shy, then sometimes his poetry used to speak and his friends used to wow. The songs of Kumar Shanu and Mohammad Rafi were done by the habit of listening and muttering. But he could not tell his heart to him yet. The 11th annual exam ended. Of the top 800 out of 800 children in the 4 section, there were a total of two boys, including 13 of my section and 18 in the other. My status had increased, the class room was seen by all people with little respect. Teacher clapped for both of us. My eyes were just watching him. In the meantime, everybody was watching me and I was fighting in the middle of the night and my heart woke up loudly. Now maybe he too started noticeing me something. I wanted to propose it.
I told this to my eloquent friend. He said walking, the interval had been there, he was sitting alone in the class room. The opportunity was good. But then that friend said something to a girl ... maybe a commentary ... .the girl went ahead of the false story ... I asked your friend what was your gf ?? His answer was no. Suman has seen us do all this. I was feeling very embarrassed, we had lost a lot of wheat with wheat. He was shaking his neck down and looking at us, maybe he was assessing me. I had fallen from my own eyes.
He was a friend of childhood, he could not speak anything, but I gave him warning for not doing so, he was also sad. One day said, 'Please do not know anything about him.' The other day he had just one information but that was very big. There was no one better way to impress her than that. According to my friend, he loved writing and was giving poetry in the school's annual magazine. I was very happy today because at that time I used to do a few poems. I even gave one quality poem to the magazine with a great photo. After a month the magazine was in everyone's hands. As soon as the magazine came in my hands, I quickly searched the page of his poem. Its light blurry picture below. Name Suman Class 12th B2.
There was a poem written on the rain ... I had a little kid type ... but I used to read her poem repeatedly ... every time. Good articles and poems were being appreciated in class. I had written a little too well, even my own. Suman was sitting on the same book ... I was looking at him ... only then he looked at me ... I did not take any time to understand that he was still reading my poem ... I too was sitting open the composition of him. She kept looking at me for a few seconds and I also smiled at her, she smiled. Today was the heart garden garden. Then came the interwal. In the class ... I was a little more friends and some girls. Now they were reading the magazine sitting on the bench and the person who gave the composition was being recognized ... Hey, this is all that neither bay 12b1. ... Abe began to write an article from Sanjeev Kabhi's poetry. He was also on poverty .. Amir father's dilemma .... All were going to shoot, when Suman came in the class. We are silent. As I sit on the bench, say good, Pankaj is very good. I talked to him. The rings of my heart started ringing.
Heart said son wrap and batiyo Then a girl said that Pankaj Shayari also does very well. Suman said "what is this". Girl - Hey, you do not know what makes you the most. It became silent for hearing .... My mouth turned red with shame. Perhaps Suman was starting to understand something, she was still silent. I am handling the situation and said - Hey Suman, he speaks very furiously, do not pay attention to his things ... By the way, your poem was also wonderful. He thanked me, saying that you were much better. I said - right in the right? I do not think so. He also reiterated my point - good? I do not even think We both remained silent for a while and together we started laughing at the boy. My laughter was like a jackal .... But his laughter was so tunable and the bell was in the heart that the uninterrupted rain and the uneven peacock dancing danced.
We were talking for about 10 minutes. When the school was off, the bus was standing outside the bus to see him. She was sitting in the bus and went away. Today my heart was beating bounce. Faster sunlight was also giving a sense of snowy cold. Today, I do not know which internal force was driving the bike ... Did not the slope, the slopes could not sense anything. Kumar Shanu's song "First My First Love Tera My Soni" was listening to my conscience very clear. The face of his face was covered with eyes. Who is going on the road Who is going there is no good. The home reached home to eat mouth wash mouth. Love Songs kept listening to a long wide play list.
From that school there would be everyday talk everyday. He sometimes used to tell his poetry, sometimes he The board exam was left for 1 month, the school was about to close. Perhaps our meeting was about to take place after 2 months. When we went home, we both met ... I called her the best of luck for the coming exam ... she even told me ... even this ... putting the mind on reading only ... stop poetry shayari for a few days. He said, Muskai, bye and sat in the bus ... I was standing next to him. He was looking at me from the window. Maybe he realized that I love him. Today I was very sad and maybe even that. He went away looking at me with a glance.
There were tears in my eyes. Then came the pimple and began to trap the sticks. Then I was happy to think that once the exams were over, everyone had to come to school one day ... .. On that day we were called to give good wishes for good results and for future guidance. The examination ended between the books and the memories of his memories. All the papers were very good, I was very happy. After a week, I had to go to school. It was very restless, sleep was gone, hunger too low. The brain was eating dives in the sea of imaginas ... that will come on that day ... will he be in the whole or in some other way? .... .
After all, that day came only as it was at 2 o'clock in the night and got up at 4 o'clock in the morning. The time was 7 o'clock. Quickly took a light wholesome breakfast tea from the bath. Today was going to school in jeans and check shirts. By law Deo felt that today his bike mount CD Delux and left the house at 6 o'clock Since all friends were going to be away today, the mind was also emotional. In 10 minutes the school reached ... the patchwork stood the same. He got down from the bike and hugged him. Examination took place recently He digging in the stomach said ... What's the matter of great decoration ... I stabbed him, he became silent.
Many friends met The time of the arrival of the bus was taking place ... the heartbeat is growing. Sometimes it was frightening to think that "he will come or not ..." That is when Sir will tell Zor himself that it will not happen ... he will definitely come. I went to the balcony ... to see him in the same old style as he had seen for the first time ... standing at the same place. It was in this confusion that she would come to wear ... the rest of the girls had come dressed well. It was just a few minutes away ... yes that number was just 5. There was no room for my happiness. There were just stops of all 12th students. I was constantly watching that when she came out ... she got out ...
Wearing the same school dress ... the same glow in the eyes, the same glowing face ... the same complacency ... but what else did he need of decoration .... It seemed as if the incident of 2 years back was repeating. He was feeling the same wind blurred eyes. He looked up to me and saw me. I spoke from the top .... Hi Suman, how are you? She said ... first come down then the punky ... she was looking very happy. I ran down ... I just came in front of him ... I groan in the arms. The heart was beating with a lot. He asked, how did the exam pass, ... I said "very bad" ... he stooped on his shoulder and said, "False liar .. you and worse". Suman said - looking great smartly ... I also said - "You are also looking very beautiful ... like always. And we laugh together.
After the program was over, it was said that after one hour the school will be discharged, meet whom you can meet. Today was probably the last day ... I do not know when it will be met ... In the same thought, both of us were sitting face to face ... today decided that I had spoken to my heart but the time was passing I could not speak. His condition was similar to that of mine ... Perhaps he also wanted to tell me something .... Probably the same which I have from him The old days in school were being remembered. Eyes were found with eyes ... We knew the things of each other's heart, but just to say it was a thing which was now very difficult. Talking about our eyes were full
It was then announced that it has to go by bus, sit in the bus quickly. When I heard this, my heart would get out. The feet were trembling. It seemed like the heart would remain in the heart itself. Let me tell him or not I will leave you from the bike to the house. He said that I do not mind ... if anyone else will see, what will he think? I do not know why I did not cut her talk. Once again the annexation was done to sit in the bus. Now I have to walk, say he got up ... his eyes were moist ... I was crying my heart and wondering if I wished to wipe his tears from his hands and fill in arms. He started to go ... I was being hunted like a harem ... the pulsation was stopped. He had reached the school gate ... I was no longer going ... I sounded - "Suman wait a little".
On hearing this, Suman pulled back his legs. I went to him while staggering in a hurry. Now I had decided ... I will be speaking this time. He was standing near the gate, so I approached him ... almost .. almost close. The whole body was shivering. I said in a shock ... "I love you so much". My eyes were tilted, waiting for her answer .... After all, his answer came ... "I too"
We were absolutely calm. I used to look at the eyes and said full speech ... she said ... "I love you too much". As soon as I hear it, I feel like I'm flying in the air. It was a huge burden that was going out of my heart. There were many boys coming on the hug of the neck, so many boys were not able to do so. We both were happy. He started to sit in the bus ... tears of eyes ... did it meet two hearts ?? How many hearts meet ... When the chances of meeting each other are blurred But we were satisfied.
She was admiring from the window sitting in the bus. I was standing quietly watching him ... as soon as the bus started to tear in the eyes. Just left .... Bus …. Now all was calm. Sitting on a bike for a while She came in haste ... I embraced her without saying anything ... She understood that the story was made of ...
He said when the party is giving ... I said take it to bay. he said …. Phone number taken or address ?? As soon as I listened to it, I fell numb. It was only when he went away that he was not aware of all these things and perhaps even this happened with him. Meanwhile, there was a hope of a ray ... Result ... Yes he will definitely get his result. Chhichor said that the foolish idiots demand a strong demand on that day.
A day before the result was received, Kashmak was continuing ... will he come to get the result? But this time heart was not saying this thing with heart. Reached late results Well, I met him. I am coming right now. Suman was not seen anywhere. Regarding giving results, the head said, "There are a lot of good numbers. 89% were Marx. After taking the sign, it was noticed in the register that there is a trick in front of the column of Suman and someone has a signature. It took for a time like heart beat stopped.
Asked by the head, was there to take the result? He said no ... his grandfather had come. Nana ji? Sir said - yes he used to live here in his grandfather's house ... his house is Delhi. Now that house has gone. I came out with the result. Asked a friend of her - she said that she did not have a phone, so nobody has her number or address. The romantic love seemed to be tarnished .... Now all was normal or unusual ... something was not understood. The whole prospect of getting him back was ending. Uncomfortable surrounded. It seemed that I was not able to breathe properly due to lack of oxygen. Everything seemed to be wasted. She came out wandering .. On my shoulder, without saying something without hesitation, quietly left the house. I also came home
There were a variety of questions raised in the mind.
Was not the love of Suman's love a liar, or was he just a joke?
But the heart can never testify about this.
She was not happy that ...
That laugh was not false ...
Those tears were not false ...
Then how can the love of love be false?
Today this incident has been completed for three years,
Never met again since then ... Sometimes it is seen in dreams. Even today, whenever a request from Facebook is called Suman, then the heart is awakened. I like to check his profiles like crazy .... But this is not my problem .... Maybe someone else's
Even today, new sessions are started in my school, for zero possibilities, I will go for once and only to keep memories alive .... Standing in the balcony, looking for a few moments here and there -
The name of his mark is a blurry picture and poem in the same journal.
I am frightened by seeing her blurry picture, even in such memories, her picture may not be blurred like this.
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He had great love and affection,
Dil still says with heart, she will come a day - ||
