Life liked her

He was playing in the beach with other cousins when she arrived. He was in awe as he hadn’t seen her before and stared at her in the mud-yellow colored dress from a distance. He couldn’t concentrate on the game anymore. She came towards us and joined the game.

He thought he had to play the best so that she is impressed. They were in the same team, and he missed almost the same number of catches as her. He could see the beautiful smile, and swore that he hadn’t seen anyone smile so peacefully and freely. “Her happiness is contagious”, he thought.

Just being near her, his heart was filled with a kind of warmth one would find driving a sports car in an empty highway. The light brown-colored eyes made him lose his focus so often that he often ended up throwing the ball too close to the waves for others.The game ended and more people came. He had just recently started learning the name and relation of his whole family, almost forty people. They all went near the waves, so he also tried going in deeper because he liked how big the sea was. Or maybe he just wanted to prove to himself that he wasn’t weak. The waves hit hard but everyone stood firm, and by the end everyone was wet with sand-salt-water. He thought he might have drank at least a liter of that water by mistake and this could be a problem, so he decided not to go in anymore.

The cousins started playing catch again and he joined too. This time everyone was playing in the sea because the waves had calmed down. He looked towards the coffee stall set up at the back of the beach, there she was, still smiling and radiating happiness.

He went to the coffee stall and asked for a cup of coffee. She was still talking to her cousins, whom he didn’t know. He just knew a little bit about her, i.e. her name is Diane, and she is also studying in France just like him. It was in a different university though and that was the reason he hadn’t met her until now. And besides, he always tried to ignore the family meet ups. Up until now. Even on this trip, his family had forced him to come so that he could meet all the other family members even though he had protested. In the last he had given in and come here, without any expectation of enjoyment or fun. And not the least expectation of finding someone so beautiful.

A few minutes later he inquired one of his cousin about them and he was told that she was also a distant relative of his, and he felt so broken. He didn’t know what to think anymore, his heart had been squeezed.

Still, he managed to show a smile and still, that happiness of hers kept on reaching him. He thought, “Maybe she is a distant cousin, but if only I could learn how to live like her and spread happiness, won’t it be great.” He tried to abandon all thoughts of affection and just focused on having fun. And learning how to smile without forcing it. It was indeed an amazing day and an amazing start of the year.

“As long as this feeling is there, I don’t think I can ever give up. Neither on life nor on love. This is weird, I didn’t expect anything like this but if there is such a start to the year, then I am sure this year will be an amazing one. And I wish I can stay connected to her and learn to live.”

A dare on the teacher

He saw his blank paper.The dare on the paper was to Write an essay that is humorous enough to make Ms. Clinton laugh and also slip it on her table before the class starts.

Damn Dev.

Though he himself was involved in making up this dare, since he had lost the bet, he had to go through on his word. I didn’t think that I will lose a bet on whether there will be a surprise test on that day or not. Damn Dev.

Well anyway, so what should I write. He remembered Ms. Clinton’s circular face. A short round nose, big dark black eyes and rectangular spectacles frame. Her chin was almost disappearing due to the fat on her neck.

Her face didn’t look old but if you included the uncombed grey hair, it looked like a birds nest that was intentionally placed upside-down on her head, and painted silver grey without any passion.

He remembered once he had just gone up to her to check if there were any eggs or birds on the hair. Ms. Clinton asked what he was doing to which he had replied, “Looking at the birds nest…emmm I need to go to the toilet.” She had stared at him at least for a minute or what seemed like a minute like she was going to eat him. “Go”, she said at last.

Should I write something like There is something -under your chair? And then leave a jack-in-the box below her chair. What if I write What did you eat today? And stick a small speaker under her table that makes farting noises for atleast a minute. That will probably annoy her and make her give the “I-will-kill-you” all stare to the class. So not that either.

Maybe I should print it instead of writing it, then she won’t be able to know who left it on the table by checking the handwriting, and there was nothing on the bet that I will have to write my name or hand it over to her personally.

But what if.

Oh yes. I can write that. He switched on his laptop, typed a single line on a word file and printed it.

The next day he kept the paper on her table just a minute before she entered such that no students were able to see what he had left. When the teacher sat on her chair and read it, she laughed and looked towards Dev. She then swung her neck side-by-side as if denying a fact related to Dev.

Dev on the other hand was terrified as to why was she looking at her. She did that many a times during the class. Once when she was taking the rounds in the class, she even put a hand on Dev shoulders, which made him shudder in fear. She told Dev, “It will be okay.”

After the class ended Dev got up and came to him. What did you write? Why the hell was she eyeing me!

“Well I just told her a little fact about you.”

What was it!

“That, You are the best and most innocent student in the class. Twice before when and Clinton punished you, you were so scared that you peed your pants.

What the hell dude. That’s bull shit.”

“I know. You asked me to write something humorous. Imagining the scene makes me laugh. And so I suppose it did the same trick on Ms. Clinton. And so, I did my job.

Yeah okay, asshole.