Short story She joined school after the first midterm in the 8
th grade.. Public schools are pretty strict when it comes to joining school on time. Her dad must a big shot,
Rahul thought..
She was cute, petite, had short shoulder length hair.. She was confident, very sure of herself...
The class teacher introduced her as
Kritika Rajan..
Kritika gave a friendly smile..
Rahul noticed her cute dimples.. Now
Rahul wasnt a dimples guy.. never was.. But he
couldnt stop staring at her as she smiled.
Rahul was the tallest guy in the class, so he always took the last bench,
Kritika took the third bench. Good for him,
coz he could steal a glance or two
everytime she smiled and those dimples flashed..
She had asked
Rahul for his Geometry notes.. Apparently,
Rahul's teachers had high regard for the guy, they had suggested
Kritika to get his notes to cover up for all the portion she had missed the last semester..
Rahul was obviously too happy to help...
She came fuming to
Rahul the next day...
"I dont get your handwriting..""Arre, samjha woh likh.. baki drawing nikal! hehawhaw""Shut up.."Clearly, it was not the right time.."Okay, what didnt u get?""This word - 'cle' Whats tht?""cle- cle means 'circle'!!Thats called Rahul shorthand!!" Rahul shrugged.."Ooookay.. whats 'rle'?""Rectangle!""Oh.. and 'tle' is er.. triangle?""Way to go girl..""Oh.. hmm.. hey, can u please wait after school to help me understand more of your shorthand? Please! Pretty please!"Now how could anyone say no to that!!
That evening,
among congruent and similar triangles, she opened up to him.. She talked bout her favourite movies, the sitcoms she watched, how much she loved
Tv and why..
Rahul never met her father, but was pretty sure she was her father's daughter.. She was honest, strong willed, tough..
Her dad was a high court judge, and now was on the special bench for political cases. He must be an honest guy.. They
dont transfer someone at a post that high that often..
Kritika later told him that she had changed 5 schools in the last 7 years. She had stayed in Nagpur,
Aurangabad,
Solapur,
Pune and now
mumbai.. she
hadnt spent more than 2 years at any one place. She had very few friends, most of them in
Pune, where her dad was last placed.
There was this place behind the school building.. It was like a very small playground, with a single swing, a slide, an
incredibly small see-saw and a cement bench, for the teacher to sit and govern the
pre-primary kids... He had seen the kids play there in the small sandy place. It seemed big when he saw them kids play there, but now that
Rahul was sitting there
waiting for her, the place seemed too small.. kinda cosy..
She came, she wore a pink sweater.. weird are these
ppl who come from
Pune.. After the freezing cold of
Pune, they still find the need to wear sweaters in
Mumbai! But then,
Rahul didnt mind, she looked hot in that pink sweater..
"You have cute dimples..""What?""Your dimples.. they are cute.."Its weird how a girl who is that tough around others melts when shes around someone she likes.."No they are not..", she tried to look away, trying to suppress a blush.."Yes they are..""Noooo", the more she tried not to, the more she blushed.."Yes they are..""No, they arent..""Yes they are"The Judge's daughter she was..., she liked winning arguments, but she liked him too..., she could let him win this one...Back in school they behaved like total strangers..
Ofcourse there was a glance here and a wink there.. but they made sure not to come within 1 metre of each other.. The fact that no one knew about them made it more thrilling!
They started meeting every evening behind the school after school..
She always wore that pink sweater, now, even more
coz she knew
Rahul liked it on her..
"You got nice hair.. and pretty eyes.."Its weird how naive these 8
th grade boys are! No creativity they got I tell you..
"Nooo.. No one has told me that before..""Well, I am telling you now..""No, they arent that pretty..""Yes they are..""No""Yes"The Judge's daughter she was..., she liked winning arguments, but she liked him too..., she could let him win this one...December days get kinda chilly, even in
Mumbai.. That day it was a bit chilly.. Even
Rahul wore a sweater to school that day.. he normally thought he was too cool to wear one! He looked at
Kritika who was sitting on the third bench.. she looked lovely as ever..
He kept looking at her
throughout the Geometry and Science class.. Restlessness grew within him as last lecture of the day was approaching.. He wanted to be alone with her.. Talk bout stuff.. bout what he loved.. his fears.. his dreams...
The bell rang.. After everyone had left the school, he went to the playground at the back of the building..
She was sitting there.. The golden sun rays of the evening sun were falling on her face.. her dark hair looked golden brown in the sunlight.. It was very cold, she was wearing her pink sweater..
He could stand there looking at her all his life..
She looked at him.. Something wasnt right.. or so it seemed..
He sat beside her..
"Whats wrong.."
"My dad’s getting transferred.."
"Again?"
"Yep..This is my last week in the school.. My dad will be transferred to Nagpur"
She was taking it amazingly well..
"What? But it has been only three months!"
"Oh.. I know"
"You wont miss me?"
"No, why?."
This was weird.. didn’t she feel anything for him..
"Not even a little?"
"Umm.. a little.. maybe.."
He saw a mischievous twinkle in her eyes..
"You liar.. You not going anywhere, are you.."
"I sooo got you there..haha"
"Stop laughing meano.."
"Nahi re, my dad is getting transferred.. But I am staying with my Grandmom.. "
"I m not even talking to you.."
"Aaww, I am so sorry re.. sorry sorry sorry.. "
She must have said sorry bout 9 times.. And there must be guys reading this thinking that it doesn’t make things better.. but trust me, it does..
Rahul’s heart melted..
Its not fair.. Men were made taller and stronger.. Men fight, eat with their hands, drink from the carton.. What was bout these girls that made men all soft inside.. damn..
"Not fair..You cant do it to me.. I like you"
It was the first time he said that to her. Both of them knew it, but it was the first time he said it to her..
"I like you too.. more than you like me.. "
"No, I like you more.."
"No, I like you more.. "
"Nope, I do.."
The Judge's daughter she was..., she liked winning arguments, but she liked him too..., she could let him win this one...
She smiled, Rahul’s heart melted. He had won the argument.. But something he lost.. And he was not sure what..
She held his arm close to her and placed her head gently on his shoulders…
Last time I saw them, they were just 14 year olds, with dreams in their eyes.. and maybe.. one day... they got married...., and had kids and yes..., like all good stories go..
They lived happily ever after...
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I am a sucker for happy endings.. Something didnt seem right in the last story. So I changed the ending..Happy New Year Guys..:)
The Judge's daughter
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