After an attempt at a short story (which was ridiculously long according to Jaidev), I would like to write about something which happened in my life couple of years ago.
At some point of our life, we find inspiration to do something. Inspiration could come in any form, maybe a video, a speech, or a book, or something which a person tell you. Allow me to let you know, what (or rather who) inspired me to write.
This incident took place in the year 2008. I was in my twelfth class. Final year in school and the pressure to score well so that I could join engineering. But my parents were not the kind who would make me sit and study. They had given me enough freedom all throughout my eleventh and twelfth classes. I had been given time to enjoy my last few months in school.
During the same time, happens my first crush (which failed terrifically) and my first love (or infatuation ?). Anyway we knew each other for such a long time that we didn't even think about our future (amazing no ?).
Just like every year, February 2008 was fast approaching. My first ever Valentine's Day on which I won't be alone, thought the silly younger me. I wanted to buy her a gift. Went through my savings, and all the money I had only to realize that, a gift for her could wait till the next year. But then, I had to give her something memorable. After spending a lot of time thinking, I decided that I would write her a letter. An awesome letter which would make her happy.
Sat late in the night for 3-4 days thinking about the content. Wrote and rewrote it so many times and by Feb 13th morning, I had it ready with me. I had decided to give it to her that evening when we met at our math tuition (Forever grateful to Vimala miss for helping me score 60% in 12th math exam).
With the letter in my bag, I spent the day lying in my bed and thinking how she would react (Pfft... how much time did I waste). In the noon, I decided to play cricket with my brother Varun. The match was going on all well but then the usually sibling fight started. But this time, both of us took the fight to WWE standards. We both started punching each other and in the end, he swung the bat. It made the finest of contacts on my left elbow and there I was on the ground, screaming and swearing !!
Anyway that injury, ended our fight and he walked away jubilant, while I walked away supporting my left arm with the other. By that time, it was time for me to reach my tuition. I wouldn't let such a small injury ruin my Valentine's moment (Talk of determination !!).
Just as I was getting ready, my dad came from office. The first thing is heard, was that we had fought. He had every reason to be furious. He came storming into my room just when I was checking if my letter was with me. When I heard him coming, the first thing I did was throw the letter away under my bed. Somewhere I felt that I was a tad bit late in throwing away the letter, but I didn't feel it was safe to go back home and retrieve it. After explaining to him, the cause of our fight and after getting scolded, I walked off to my tuition, with a heavy heart.
Once I was in the tuition, all I could think was about my gift to her. Waited for her to come for about 2 hours. She had decided not to come to tuition that day. Once the class was over, I slowly walked out of the apartment. Was I sad ? Yes, because
- I couldn't wish her,
- The letter was not safe at home, and also
- My hand was badly injured.
Out there, I saw appa waiting for me on his bike. He had come to pick me from tuition. On the way home, he was silent, which was pretty awkward. Once I was home, I saw maa in the kitchen. When I went in, she asked me to sit down and brought me food and tea. I didn't know what to say, and I started nibbling on my food (happens rarely).
Maa sat next to me and asked, 'Are you hurt ? How is your hand ?'
'Its hurting'
'Will go to doctor tomorrow morning.'
'Mmm.' I was still nibbling.
'By the way, when did you start writing so well.?' She asked.
I found it difficult to swallow whatever I was eating and asked 'What did I write ?'
'I found a letter written by you.'
I kept silent, not knowing what to say.
'I loved the way you wrote it. It was well written, but you should be concentrating on your exams now.' And she stood up and walked back to the kitchen.
Even now, I find it difficult to explain the emotions that I had at that moment. I was happy, proud and what not. I felt like, I had achieved something real big. (Like finding all the 100 hidden packages in GTA Vice City). Such an incredible feeling.
After a few moments I went to her and asked, 'Did appa see the letter.?'
'He is the one who brought it to me after you left.'
'Did he read it ?'
'Ask for yourself.'
Till now, I don't know if appa has read that letter.
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