Tales for forever

CHAPTER 2; WHEN YOUR LUCK RUNS OUT

Last three days were perfect bliss for me. But it never occurred to me that by the end of these days I would feel like this. I couldn’t even put a finger on how I felt. I don’t actually know what is wrong with me. The moment I woke, I knew that I was not in best of my moods. The idea of leaving the comfort of home was scary. I again felt like a toddler, who was forced to go to the school for the first time. I begrudgingly wore my uniform, and intentionally delayed my departure. I did everything to stop myself from leaving my beloved mother but my mother had other plans for me. In fact I formulated a whole damn operation to avoid school.
Operation ‘abort school’ started couple of days ago. I was so confident about my plans that I didn’t actually prepare myself to face school. My first plan under operation ‘abort school’ was about faking being ill. And boy, was I mistaken, I was a horrible actor. Within an hour she got to know I was lying. And after that no other plan of mine worked with her. It was like she could see right through me.
All in all we can say that operation ‘abort school’ was not a major hit, and as a result here I am sitting beside a chatter box, who goes by the name Anjali khuswah. I am still confused whether to feel flattered that she choose me or to feel like an unfortunate person because she choose me. It was a very delirious situation. But I kept quiet, allowing her to do all the talking. And then she asked me if I wanted to go outside. My ticket to freedom.
Mentally I replied ‘yes, anywhere but not with you.’ The idea was very tempting but I didn’t plan on hurting her feelings. Sucks to be a good person.
After bringing up a courageous smile on my face, I replied her “of course, let’s go”
There goes my sanity for next 20 minutes.
As we started making our way towards the corridors, she again started chattering. I can’t believe that she is yet to notice that I haven’t spoken a single word, since last half an hour. This time she kicked off the one sided conversation by talking about her former lovers. It was not hard to believe that she have had many love interests in the past. She had the looks, and the body. It was obvious that she attracted attention wherever she went.
Now she had all my attention as I had no experience in this field. I still remember that the last time when a guy was about to propose me on Valentine ’s Day, I ran away from there. I didn’t knew how to deal with such situations. But that fool didn’t understood my signals, he started running behind me, calling for me. I ran until I was sure that he was not behind me. After that I completely avoided that guy, but this didn’t kept my friends from teasing me. Even now they heartily laugh remembering that incident.
I found myself being shaken by someone, and when I turned to my left I realized that I zoned out on anjali.
What happened? She asked me with concern and for the first time she waited for my reply
“Am fine, you were saying something, what was that?” I asked her. Now I could not even blame her for my misery. She again became that chirpy little bird and started saying that ‘oh yeah do you see that guy over there’ she said while pointing towards a guy walking beside us. To be honest he was okay. Just okay, no match to the chatterbox. She could do a lot better than him, when comes to looks.
I said yes while staring at him.
She continued “that was the guy who proposed me last year, but I turned him down. But you are not supposed to say that to anyone. Okay?”
Okay. I replied
We continued walking, or more like jogging. Anjali was walking as if she caught her ass on fire, not just this, while walking she made sure to point out at guys, who either proposed her or were in a relationship with her. By the time she talked about 3rd guy, I knew that I have lost my interest. I have had infatuated to many guys, but deep down I knew that I just want a single person with whom I could live till my last breath. I know that’s too corny.
As we were walking, my eyes caught a guy; he stood out from the crowd. He surely had a heart melting smile.  By the time I could have asked anjali about him, he went away. And I just let it slip off my mind. After completing one whole round of the school, we returned to our class. But turns out that 20 minutes were miniscule for anjali to brief me about her long lasting love life. Am not even sure, whether to call it love life or not.
We sat down on our respected seats, waiting for our class teacher; Geeta yadav. From what I have heard about her, it’s confirmed that she is the re-incarnation of Hitler. She is strict, no doubt, but along with that she demands control. Though I haven’t seen her, but I am sure that she must be scary like her personality. I took out my notebook and was ready with my other stuff. When I turned to my left, I saw anjali searching something, or more like someone in the class. To not come out as a nosy person I kept quiet. But looks like it was hard for someone to keep their mouth shut.
‘he isn’t here, maybe he is absent’ Anjali said while scrunching her nose.
I again kept quiet, as I didn’t knew what she was speaking about. But after 30 seconds I couldn’t keep my curiosity in check and started questioning her
‘Who isn’t here?’ She gave me a puzzled look and said ‘didn’t I said you about my ex who is also in this class?’ annoyance lacing through her words. It was clear that she understood that I hardly paid much attention to her talks. But In my defense, she did talk about a lot of guys which got me all confused.
With a sly smile I lied ‘of course I know’ with that I shifted my attention to the book in front of me. and didn’t raised my eyes till I knew it was safe.
After 5 minutes of awkwardness, our class teacher came. And I bet you that she looked nothing like what I imagined. She did had a body of a wrestler but even after that she was utterly beautiful. She seemed like a fine lady to me. She introduced herself and the subjects which she was going to take.
And When the class got over, I had this feeling that in the end she would mean much more to me, than just a teacher.