Winged horses and Peacock Feathers - 2

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continued from part - 1

Just as he was finishing his conversation with Rakesh, Ashish came out of nowhere and suddenly touched him, no almost pushed him, announcing loudly, “Now Ravi has the drilla”

Ravi should have known better, everyday by the end of second period someone or other is in drilla, and the time in between two periods, the small slice of time available before the next teacher comes is the dangerous time when drilla is passed on to an unsuspecting person, if he/she had not saved themselves by making the protecting gesture with their two fingers, tip of index finger touching the pad of the middle finger, almost like crossing fingers. If you’ve made that gesture even if the drilla person touches you, it can't pass on to you.

Apparently that day Ashish was in drilla since Anusha saw and announced when Ashish, while yawning and stretching touched an old chewing gum sticking from the inside of the bench, and everyone else other than Ravi and Rakesh had made the protective drilla gesture.

“Great, now I’ve to find another idiot to pass it on to!!!”

----O----

Dejected that there is still a lot of waiting for the winged horse Ravi went home. Adding to his misery was the fight he had with Harika. He still didn’t understand why she was crying for such a trifle thing. He thought he should in fact be thanked for cleaning up the mess in her place. What’s worse all the girls seemed to understand and sympathize with Harika which was even more a mystery to Ravi and Gangadhar.

All he did was he threw away the pencil saw dust which for some reason was in abundance at Gangadhar’s place. And later mistaking Gangadhar to be the one who threw away the pencil dust, Harika knocked him and since Ravi is a good friend of Gangadhar he has no choice but to get involved in the fight.

All along Harika was crying that she has been amassing the pencil dust to feed her peacock feathers.

“Whaaaat?” Asked Ravi and Gangu together, surprise evident in their voices.

She opened a page in her notebook and sure enough, there was a small peacock feather amidst of a lot of pencil saw dust, which clearly puzzled most of the guys and they surrounded the bench where Harika, Gangu and Ravi were.

She explained, “If we feed these peacock feathers, they’ll grow into big beautiful peacock feathers”

“You’re kidding, right?” Said Ravi with a hint of uncertainty in his voice, since Harika was still crying a bit and Ravi didn’t know what to make of it.

“Why would I lie in a matter like this?”

“Then you’re being stupid, how can a feather which was detached from the bird regrow?”

This time she pushed both the guys out of the bench with the help of other girls who sided with Harika without a word, like it’s an obvious mistake of Ravi.

“Girls are stupid,” said Gangu to Ravi later in the playground.

“Guys are stupid,” said other girls to Harika, while religiously sharpening their pencils, to generate some pencil saw dust to compensate Harika’s loss.

 ----O----

Contended with the few little sips of tea, he has filched from his mother's cup, while she was in the kitchen (since tea for adults & hot chocolate for kids), Ravi went to the terrace. And just he came up, he saw a flock of cranes going across the sky.

He wanted to test the incantation Bangarraju has told earlier in the day to get that coveted mark on one of his nails.

He closed his fists and kept them in front of his chest and made little circles with his tiny fists, saying, 

"కొంగా కొంగా గుడ్డెట్టు, దేవుడి గుడిలో పువ్వెట్టు" -

- Hey crane! Please give me the mark and offer a flower to the God in the temple.

He didn't know the second line of the incantation.

He kept doing that until the flock were mere tiny specks in the distant skies and sure enough his ring finger nail has got a fresh white mark which he can't wait to exhibit to his friends in the school the next day.

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The folklore and fairy tales have lives, they just attend to one generation at a time and keep them submerged in a river of pleasant dreams and beliefs, playing with them, providing them with the fortresses, filling everything with colors, magic and life and adding a melody to the childhood.

Winged horses and Peacock Feathers

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Parking his cycle he tried to sneak into his class line at the morning assembly unnoticed, and hoped no one would notice him, for he is not the tallest, to stand at the back. He would come somewhere between Ashish and Gangadhar, and of course there was an unsettled quarrel between him and Aparna, on which of them is taller.

Sister Vinitha, his class teacher, saw all this and Ravi being her favorite student was torn between admonishing him and remaining silent. She caught his eye and rased one of her eyebrows which clearly meant this is the last warning. Ravi gave a barely noticeable nod, which meant I swear I'd never be late again.

Except for a couple of Ravi's friends no one noticed this exchange of warnings and apologies, for all of them are still trying their voices at the prayer song lazily, while the more lazier bunch were just moving their lips giving an impression of singing.

Their nascent minds still lingering in the fair their family had gone to over the weekend, that awesome roundabout, the pink cotton candy; and the Scooby Doo show that morning, which was granted after so many protests and pleadings with mom, “I can watch the show and still can get ready in time, please ma.”

These implorations were a daily happening, each hoping the other would eventually get used to it. Kids hoping their mothers would realize how important the show is to them, mothers hoping their kids would come out of it so that they can get them ready to school in time for school bus / rickshaw. But neither of their hopes seem to be fulfilled, ever.

----O----

Once inside, sharing his bench with Sireesha, Ravi brought out his pencil and gave it a contemptuous look. He hoped that he can use a pen that year, but to his utter melancholy they were told that students of grades one, two, and three are only to use pencil. The crest fallen Ravi counted on his fingers and said to himself, “that's three more years of waiting to write with a pen.”

His only consolation was the thought that his brother, elder to him by two years, would also not be allowed to use a pen yet, somehow this news seemed to lessen his grief. But then with a shock he had realized his brother was born in the first half of the year and he in the second half of the year, making the difference in their academic years three.

So his brother was in fourth grade, and sure enough their dad has gifted him a nice Parker pen for a new and auspicious beginning. All this came to his mind whenever Ravi brought out his pencil from his bag.

Just two years and 10 months more, he whispered to himself. He whispered something in Siri’s ears and she left for a back bench when the sister was not watching. And upon the cue Rakesh came and occupied the place. Best friends.

They talked in suppressed tones.

“So did you catch the winged horses?” Ravi asked Rakesh.

“I tried, but they are very fast.”

“No, you are just being lazy, that's all.”

A little incensed Rakesh said, “Then why don't you catch yourselves?”

“You know why.”

Sure enough Rakesh knows why. Ravi hated insects, though actually he feared them, he would never admit that he was afraid of anything.

There were these little thorny trees near their school, beside the big banyan tree. Those thorny trees had no fruits, and do they flower? No one was sure. Their sole purpose seemed to provide shelter for some queer looking insect sorta things that colonized only on those trees. Everyone knew as a fact that those grew into winged horses if properly fed and cared for. Those trees were always crowded with boys and few tomboyish girls of lower grades, usually in their initial years of primary school.

Did anyone ever succeed in feeding one properly and making a beautiful winged horse from those? No one was sure, but when asked almost everyone said with a strong certainty that he / she knew a certain someone near their house who actually groomed one, but alas, in the end, all their enchanting narratives ended with the horse being flown away as soon as they sprouted big enough wings.

And to have their own winged horses and proudly showcase it to all others, Ravi and Rakesh decided to catch one, feed it and groom it.

“Tomorrow you’re going to catch one, at any cost, ok? Or else I’ll, Dishkyoon,” he said, making a killing gesture with his finger gun.

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Microfiction

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#microFiction‬ ‪#‎childhood ‪#‎nostalgia‬

The invisible feet made faint noises in the kitchen, so faint for each step seemed so calculated, as if making sure no one's watching. Just as the mother went to check on the pumpkin fritters dried under the sun, a low rumbling noise came from the cupboard as if someone was struggling to open it. There was a sound of plastic lid being unscrewed and after a few seconds the little rustle died away as the mother returned.
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Mom called for her kid, but he didn't reply as he couldn't for his mouth was full of Bournvita.

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#HappyMothersDay #microfiction

It was smelling of sunflower oil everywhere. He felt this just as he entered home wondering what might his wife be cooking which was making house smell like oil mill. But as he was on threshold of the kitchen he realised the reason; the very expensive sunflower oil is everywhere in the kitchen floor. Just as he looked up for explanation his wife answered, "sorry the handle got tangled with my sari end and the bottle fell off". He made some grunting noises and gave some scolding and left to terrace to get some peace of mind. 

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After cleaning the kitchen she opened the bathroom door where a kid was standing covered in oil, top to bottom. She gave him a bath, washed his clothes and said "Don't worry, and don't tell anything to dad."
The kid meekly replied, "I'm sorry mom, it was an accident."
She kissed him saying, "I know."

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#microFiction #FlashFiction 

Those jewel like eyes were looking directly into him and a few strands of her reddish bronze hair are falling into his mouth as she was dusting his wounds and scratches. It seemed like those pretty eyes were a little misty. There was a little blood here and there over the scratches about which she was making a lot of fuss. He went for medical assistance because of her insistence, accompanied by her. He got a tetanus injection almost without any tantrum unlike the time when his dad took him to a clinic. She helped him in all his activities, supporting him whenever he needed to move; during the lunch hour, the recess, and the whole day. She grabbed his books so that she can do his homework too and asked him to take a good rest.
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As the sun was setting, and the school was almost deserted, he came up to the spot where he had fallen earlier in the morning. He bent down and touched the big sharp-ish stone and said "Thank you."

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#microFiction #FlashFiction

He brought with him into the backyard all the letters, anything that spoke of their love. As he stepped out, heavy wind hit him wildly in his face as if telling him to go back in, and his loose T-shirt was rippling wildly in the gale. Though it was still noon it was all black and looked like a dark twilight. He glanced at all of those letters for one last time and threw them over as hard as he can into the fierce wind.  

But the nature seemed to have a different plan altogether, as if it didn't want him to loose those letters which sang volumes of silent melodies of their hearts, as most of those letters were pushed back into the house along with the wind, crumpled but safe.
One torn piece of a letter hit him in his face, right on his tear etched eyes. He pulled it off and rubbed his eyes and looked at it, which read
-Always yours, Mahi

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During a Storm - Part 2

continued from part 1

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“Ufffff!!!”  Where the hell is Srinu, she thought yet again,  for a thousandth time.

Not a single soul seemed to wandering about in the rain, while Srinu was yet to return.

Just then a Lightning flash came and the little one not yet having experienced fear ran out to the locked front-gate to experience it.

He came in back running, and announced, “You know what? The tube light has fallen.”

Jaya became curious, how can he see the street light’s tube from the gate? She went out to the gate, along with him to see. She couldn’t make out in the dark if the tube of street light was intact or not.

“Pandu, can you see Street light?”

“No”

“But then you just said that the light has fallen?”

“But I wasn’t talking about the street light.”

“Then?”

“I was talking about the tube light of God.”

She forgot everything about anything else. She became curious, “God’s tube light?”

“Yes, wait, I’ll show you, God has many tube lights.”

Then there was another lightning through the sky, and the little one exclaimed, “See, I told you.”

Jaya remained silent for a while, but after comprehending what he meant, gave a hearty laugh, seeing his innocence, took him into his hands and hoisted him on her waist. She kissed his pink cheeks and said, “My dear scientist, it is not God’s tube light, it’s a lightning.”

The bewildered little one said, “What does that mean.”

Although she was itching to explain the reason behind it, she herself being a teacher hated to keep people devoid of the reason, she brushed off the thought as she wasn’t sure if she can patiently explain the science to a mere toddler, while she was constantly worried about her husband.  In the end she retorted to say, “You’ll learn when you become big.”

“When will I become big?”

“Soon, if you take your food and milk without throwing tantrums and listen and obey to what the elders say.”

Just then, fully drenched, came home Srinu. She left the child aside, and slumped her shoulders in ease which, till then, were taut with tension and anticipation. She became flustered again, “Where were you till now?”

It was Srinu’s turn to be surprised, “You know that there are dramatics competitions going on in the town auditorium.”

“But there’s a storm, I thought they’d be cancelled.”

“It’s not an open auditorium, and has some nice acoustics, no outside noise, how can storm interfere?” said Srinu who was a big connoisseur of Drama, he, being a reputed stage artist in his youth, but could never pursue his interest as he was a son in a big family which meant opting for a good government job and financing his sisters’ marriages.

All the same, he came back alright, that's all Jaya cared so she was back in her high spirits, though she felt like strangling the organiser for his not-so-wise decision to carry on with the schedule.

She didn’t want to give Srinu the impression that she was concerned and worried, so she said in an affected angry voice, “Anyway, who cares about those damn dramas, there were some things to be brought, the oils and spices in the kitchen need to be refilled. I don’t think we can refill them today, no one in their right mind would open their shops now.”

Though that’s a lie, she knew Srinu would never get that it’s a lie, for it is but a kitchen news.

With a tired sigh Srinu sunk in the couch having washed his hands and legs and having removed his dripping wet shirt, and shivering a bit due to the cold weather while she brought steaming cups of tea, for herself and Srinu.

Srinu, who was playing with the little one, left him and took the tea, feeling a little grateful for the hot drink.

“I want tea too,” declared the little one, goaded by the scent of masala tea, which Jaya makes really well and the picturesque wisps of smoke coming from the porcelain cups, accentuated by the candlelight, evoking the sense of warmth to the senses numbed by the cold and continues rain.

The masala tea of Jaya, so famous in the family, was usually compared with that of Jain's tea, it's the regular tea plus some ingredients Jaya adds in precise quantities, rich in aroma unlike normal tea which hardly has any odour.

“No, my dear young man, you can’t get tea.”

“Why?”

“You’re not big enough for tea and coffee, I’ll give you Bournvita again, if you want,” said his mom.

He contemplated for a minute and said, “When I become big, I’ll grow a moustache, like daddy, and drink coffee and Tea and call you Srinu and call you Jaya. Grandpa, grandma, uncle, aunt and everyone else call you Jaya and Srinu, except me and brother.”

They let out mirthful unrestrained burst of laughter, which wavered their hands and Srinu, who was listening avidly to the little one, barely touched his tea yet, which now trickled over the white porcelain cup. But having just come home from his favorite avocation, he didn't let this tamper his ebullience. Still laughing he put aside his cup, and drew the little one near, pinched his cheeks and acted as if pulling and twirling the imaginary moustache of the little guy, and they all laughed, just as the elder one woke up and joined the party and started laughing, after allowing himself a huge yawn and stretch, though he had no idea whatsoever.

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During a Storm

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Brows knitted together in concern, and a comb perched in her three feet long, coal black hair, Jaya was looking out through the rusted out gate, while an umbrella was protecting her from the rain. Even as she squinted it was of no use, no sign of anyone on roads, as the unusual rain, reported to have resulted because of a cyclone.

She was eagerly waiting for the arrival of her husband, Srinu, while controlling her little kids, guys, six & four, while also trying to shove away all the apprehensive thoughts that are coming into the back of her mind.

It’s almost his usual time of return.

The rain is expected to become violent and turn into a full cyclone in a few hours.

-----Cling –Clang– Kalang–Thump.....------

She hurried inside, as a sharp sound of something falling came from the house.

The elder was not posing any problem at all, true to what is expected of an elder son, he was more mature and silent, even at a young age, and taking his mom’s advice, he went to sleep, lulled by the sounds of rain splashing on the roof tiles.

The little one, also true to what is always expected of a second kid, was mischievous and unstoppable, he couldn’t stay put in one place, always running around in his pichku pichku shoes, and was posing a great problem for he was trying to go out in the rain, and in the process of rummaging for his ‘treasures’ felled a neatly arranged column of the cooking vessels onto the floor.

The little one's face contorted with alarm, cheeks flushed in pink, though he tried to convey a feeling of apology, it looked rather funny.

Jaya clicked her tongue impatiently but said nothing more for her mind was too occupied to give him a nice scolding; otherwise he would have gotten a nice little spank to his back.

“Go to the room and sleep,” she ordered.

“I want to go out, please,” he persisted.

Although Jaya wanted to say, “No, you can’t go out, this is not just a rain, it is a cyclone,” She knew he was too young to understand this, so she just shook her head in a brisk horizontal way, meaning a big NO.

They were not yet rich enough to have a telephone, even if they have had one, Jaya had always problem remembering the lone telephone of the telephone office, where Srinu worked, 327380.

The evening, which usually by that time was in full sunlight, was pitch dark, for the power which would be disrupted even for a short drizzle, was understandably gone by then.

Her anxiety kept increasing as the sound of the rain crashing the tiles increased, its roar growing as the time went by.

She knew the office, should she go there herself? No the little guy would definitely tag along. Moreover she was not sure if she can go out in this darkness.

Earlier in the day after teaching for half a day in the school, the management (all the 3 teachers) thought it would be wise to stop it and get back home early, for the incessant rain is only becoming thick over time. And by the time she came home, both her kids were home, and the elder guarding the young one against his will to go into the rain, using all the authority vested in him. The rain had become a full scale storm, and nothing in the streets was visible for as mentioned before it was pitch black. There were rumours that this might lead to flooding which is not unheard of in this coastal place. People here learned to live with it.

As she was married in the South Indian wedlock way, the arranged marriage, the expressing of love /concern /worry in words was very rare. The love was always masked in the cheerful bitter comments about how she had to abandon her studies to marry Srinu.

It’s already 7 in the evening, time for the second round of evening tea, and Srinu has not yet returned.

While Jaya was waiting and worrying, the little one, in his shrill babyish voice, shouted, “Please let me out, my boats are waiting.”

He recently learned from his brother making paper-boats, and ever since it was one of his favourite pastime, launching paper boats in the overflowing drains, a habit which he embraced till he was a teenager. He made few modifications to the classic design taught to him by his brother so that they stay stronger and stay alive some more time before succumbing to the eddies of water swirls and the falls due to height variations within the drains.

“No, Pandu, you can’t go out.”

“Why?”

“Can’t you see its raining, you’ll catch cold”

The little one remained silent for a while and announced, “All the cows and buffaloes stay in the rain and they never catch cold.”

Jaya laughed at his reasoning, which helped her leave aside her tension, if only for a teensy moment. She with a fake seriousness, said, “But you are not a buffalo are you?”

The little one, not knowing what to reply, asked, “Where is dad? Why is he not back yet?”

Jaya thought to herself, “I’ve the same questions, to whom small I pose them to?”

Suddenly the wind became so brutish that it seemed like it was hell bent on murdering the windows, while the curtains billowed out and we're swaying vigorously as if trying to run away from their harness.

“Hold on the curtains while I bolt the windows shut.” They had had a very difficult time shutting them.

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S8 39 Circar Express - part 13

cotinued from part 12

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Just as we settled down in our seats, Siri came in a quick dash, with an infuriated look, ‘Ravi, the painting, in the exhibit board, we gave it on behalf of green group, though you did it, it belongs to green group, you just can’t take it.’

‘Whoa! Wait a minute, how can you say it’s me who took it?’

‘Oh! Come on, isn’t it obvious, you took it for your darling here.’

Visibly intimidated by the imagined consequences, Mahi said, coming to my rescue, ‘I’m sorry, I took it.’

Siri left saying, ‘I don’t care.’

Mahi was noticeably upset.

----O----

A little while later one of my friends came up to me and told me there’d be a re-election for the post of the Class Representative. I laughed at the evident joke, but later when the instructor was diligently trying to affect the same during a leisure class, I was veritably dumbfounded.

I was the Class Representative ever since anyone can remember, and I have held that post since my day one. And as someone who is ambitious enough to be good in academics while also participating in every other event, I was in a way respected and never for once anyone even tried the suggestion of a re-election for the Class Representative. It’s a post of privilege and honor, and some useless things. I was even more stung when I came to know about the fact that it was a suggestion from a group of girls, obvious enough, Siri and her girls’ gang.

We have gone with the tedious process and not surprisingly, I was re-elected.

Some guys visibly favored both me and Siri for the post while a wink in their eyes during the process told me that they were doing so just for the fun of it, and moreover, it’d definitely be more entertaining to get a ‘girl’ boss over them.

At the end of it to my nasty shock, she was made a deputy to me, who, according to the instructor, could  help me do the things, standby when I’m not around, and also help me not to lapse in my duties.

I brushed of entire issue as merely a childish annoyance, but it established one thing for sure, I’ll no longer get those small helps from Siri, like writing my record, helping with my notes (I’m a bit lazy, particularly when there’s a lot of pointless writing), and getting attendance for me in one of those few classes I bunked, though my teachers never suspected me.

But all the same my instructor called me into her room to have a small word, though I felt, she was a little amused herself at the idea of these re-election and stuff and enjoyed the show thoroughly.

‘Ravi, I just have a small advice to you.’

‘Yes, madam.’

‘Already you take part in too many activities, so I don’t want you to get distracted, you should always put your academics first. Of course! I trust your capability and judgment.’

‘Okay, madam.’

‘Also, I was told of a particular painting having been removed from the exhibit board?’

‘Yes, madam, I removed it since it was torn badly, someone might have accidentally did that. I’m doing a landscape in oils which I’d  put on exhibit board on behalf of our group.’

Everything went better than expected, and with a swelling pride I recounted to Mahi how I handled the issue, but for a greater part of the day she didn’t talk with me, which puzzled me like hell.

At the end of the day, she was waiting for me silently and just when everyone else went out of the classroom I asked point-blank, why she is behaving strangely.

After some more persuasion, she asked, ‘Do you always lie?’

‘I usually don’t, unless I think it’s necessary.’

‘So you’ll lie to me if it’s necessary?’

I didn’t know what to say.

She said, ‘I admire you, don’t do these silly things and whatever it is, please don’t lie to me, I don’t want to start a relationship based on lies.’

There was a prolonged silence.

‘Did you just say relationship?’

She bit her tongue having understood that she accidentally blurted out her feelings, and to her defense, she said, ‘No, no I never said anything like that, I might have said friendship,’ saying which she turned back, so her face wouldn’t betray her feelings.

‘And you were just telling, no lies.’

‘Hmmm! I’m caught! Am I not? It’d have been better if the guy proposed — hey, where are you going?’ She screamed as I immediately ran from her.

----O----

I have taken a while before coming back after my brief disappearance. The sky was already becoming a dark, bluish abyss with a tinge of crimson revealing the place of sun’s exit for the day. I had gone to her, who was waiting under the Mango tree, tensed and not knowing what to do.

I knelt in front of her and asked, placing the ring towards her, ‘Will you marry me?’

She looked at the makeshift ring I made out of coconut leaf and coconut leaf rose, and loosened a bit.

She was a little misty eyed, and with a little rawness in the throat, she gets whenever she becomes emotional, she said, ‘Where did you go? I thought I freaked you out by saying that, you - you aa-almost frightened me.’

She was still emotional, but not with grief anymore, I guess as a corner of her mouth started moving up before the other corner joined and slowly formed into a complete smile and she then let out a wholesome regal smile, and then pursed her lips to control the further flow of emotions.

I got up and put the coconut leaf rose in her hair, while almost caressing her ear with my lips I told her, in a soft whisper, ‘I love you.’

She gave a small peck on my cheek (I'm not sure if I can call it a kiss),  and thrust her hand towards me.

I slipped the coconut-leaf-ring on her finger.

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S8 39 Circar Express - part 12

continued from part 11

She seemed to be studying the swing, which later became her favorite place in my house, 'Interested in coming to school, dumbo?'

I stared at her in disbelief, having stunned into happiness.

She smiled at my discomfiture, and said, 'You definitely need nice shades.'

Here comes the first ever girl who liberally uses the words stupid, idiot and dumbo on me.

‘Just a minute’

I went to the cycle and putting a show of examining the tyre I actually pierced it and made it flat, so my parents would not ask me why I’m walking and thus abandoning the cycle and we started walking.

Another reason for leaving it at home was to make sure it won’t play any tricks on me, since I didn’t yet comprehend how it came to be back at my home.

----O----

It had been a little difficult to keep calm in spite of the mirth of the situation, a part of my mind was wondering whether I really took the cycle to the school the previous day.

Once or twice I touched her cheek, to make sure she is real, on the pretext of dusting off some odd sticking particle.

She is real.

I, usually a garrulous person, found it difficult to strike a conversation.

She was just walking with a pleasant, happy smile.

After walking for some distance, to say something, I said, ‘Can we walk a little faster?’

‘Why?’

‘Otherwise, we will be late to school’

‘Does that affect you?’

I didn’t know what to say, lest she should think of me as a nerd, what are we to do if not going to school anyway?

She continued, ‘Besides, who’ll scold you?’

‘No one will scold you, because you’re new, but what stops me them from scolding me?’

‘Trust me they wouldn’t’

‘Why?’

‘Sindhu, our classmate lives near my house, she accompanied me till your house today morning, and she is all praise about you. I came to know from her, that you’re the class topper.’

‘So, people don’t scold the class toppers huh?’

‘It’s not just that. Earlier I didn’t realize that it was you, but when we came for admission here, the headmistress and the teachers were talking very highly of the class topper Ravi, which I came to know today that it was you. Ravi is this; Ravi is that; trust me, all the teachers love you too much to scold you. They were saying I should give stiff competition to you, I was a district topper in Rajasthan, you know. Hey by the way I can help you with your Hindi, if you like, because I’m a north Indian and it’s my native language.’ She said, putting an obvious Accent into her speech.

‘Thanks, but I don’t need that, I’m a tad too good at Hindi, I’m afraid I’d beat even any native in that.’

She laughed, ‘Clearly, you don’t embrace modesty much, do you? Let us see. Is there anything you’re not good at?’

I thought for a while and said, ‘yes, I guess I’m not so good at talking to pretty girls.’

‘That, I very much doubt,’ said she with a soft giggle.

I never realized when we held our hands; somewhere and at some point we held our hands and were walking with our hands laced, which we pulled back as Rakesh came towards us.

He got down from his cycle and said, ‘Why are you walking? What happened to your cycle?’

‘It has got a flat tyre.’

‘It was okay, when I brought it to your house yesterday.’

I let a huge sigh of relief, it relieved me of the minor frustration that clouded a part of my mind since morning. So that was how it got back, thank goodness, I’m not imagining any things.

For once the news felt like a final chapter in a Sherlock Holmes or Hercule Poirot mystery where that inexplicable tiny trivial detail is given its due explanation.

‘It got punctured today morning when I went out for a workout,’

Mahi asked, ‘Wait a minute, you had your cycle yesterday, but walked all the way?’

‘Hmmm! Guess I forgot.’

She laughed gently while struggling to stop the unleashed laugh.

‘Rakesh this is Mah — er — Sonia, Sonia this is Rakesh, my best friend.’

----O----

We walked to school, along with Rakesh, never for once suspecting the drama that was about to unfold at the school.

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