LOVE LETTER

I was studying in 10th std. in RAS Matriculation Higher Secondary school. My school is a co-ed school So we have all the rights and age to tease everyone in our class.

That was the first day in our school immediately after Dussehra holidays. I went to class and found all the girls in my group discussing something seriously.
So I kept my bag on my bench and rushed towards them curious to find what the discussion is all about. The center of attraction of the group was Saranya, the tallest girl in our class. She was narrating her stories on what she did during the vacation.
She was talking about how she met her cousin Gautam and how much she likes him etc.etc.
And we all were listening to it with great interest. Soon bell rang and the first period started. Physics class started but my mind was thinking about Saranya.
“Oh God how lucky she is? She has got what she wants in her life. She is gifted…..blah blah blah”
Suddenly I was shocked. I questioned myself
“am I expecting such a thing to happen to me also ??”
I shook my head.
“No not at all. This is too early I am just a kid. When I go to college I will find my guy. This is too early.”
But the dreaming did continue….

“Bhai Bhai, Kavya. Why are u staring at me bhai?”
Oh my Physics master. He is one crazy man. He talks a mixture of Hindi and English and at times Tamil also. He addresses even girls as bhai only. We all have concluded that too much of learning physics has made him mad. But why is he calling me.
I dint understand and everyone were laughing at me. My friend pinched me and then I realized and got up. I told him “Sir, I am not feeling well”. He gave a sick look and turned back to black board. All my friends started teasing me in the break. “Kavya is so much interested on physics sir that she stares at him”. I just gave sheepish smile.

Days went on. And daily we listened to Saranya’s story and finally Saranya decided that she should convey her love through a letter. All my friends found me as a good writer to write the letter for her. I was honoured. I took my school diary and my favorite pen and in my English class I started writing the letter and finished it by next period. My first Love Letter was ready though it’s not for me. I gave it to Saranya. She read it twice and gave a look of satisfaction and she copied it in a paper. She was happy.

I came back home and was doing my homework in night. I have one younger sister. She is the person whom I hate most in the world. Many times I think she is my step sister and I am Cinderella (By now u must have understood I dream a lot. Bear with me please). My father was just back from office. My sister ran to my father with my school diary in her hand and held it to my dad. For a second or two I dint understand anything. She thought that, the long writing in my diary is some complaint from my school teacher and she has decided to complain to my dad. My dad read it once. I stood there frozen. I was dead that very minute. My first love letter is read by my father. I am very afraid of my father. I have never spoken anything against him. He looked at me with his eyes red. I was about to faint the very next second. I dint hear whatever he said But could make out he is scolding me and he tore the letter. But I was not able to hear anything. That night I cried a lot. I decided never again to write a love letter in my life. Next day when I went to school Saranya hugged me. She was very happy. Everything is going fine for her.

I dint tell about what happened in my home to anyone in my class. When I tell this story to my friend today everyone laughs at this. I myself laugh at what has happened. Never again did my father ask about the letter and I never did I get a chance to explain what actually happened …

My Mother

She is my best friend. I talk about everything to her. Share all the secrets in my life. Many times I have thought to hide few things from her but it automatically comes out of my mouth. Or Even if I lie to her, she guesses the right story correctly. She is a strong woman with so much of patience, intelligence, confidence. I adore her and I want to be like her some day. All the 24yrs of my life I have seen her crying only once or twice. And she is a woman of power. It is not that Fighting with people shows someone to be strong. I have seen her fighting with so many problems in our day to day life, be it financial problem or health concerns or whatever she takes the best decision. And once she decides something she never regrets for it. She might not be as educated as me. But she teaches me so many things. I wonder how come she has learnt so many things. WhenI go home, she cooks for me. All I have to do is sit and watch television and eat whatever she cooks. She shares all the stories about her childhood, how her father died, how my uncle did a love marriage and many more things.
Being in this job I hardly get time to spend with her as I used to do in college. Whatever little time I get I prefer to talk only with her about our neighbours, relatives, movies....