LITTLE TINY CRUSHES: CHAPTER 1- STEPPING IN THE TEENS

Hi friends, this is Suraj here, with my own story of love.. or should I say loves…… Yes, you heard it right LOVES. Every teenage boy or girl at the age of 13 or so is attracted to lots of things. I heard somewhere that’s due to the change of hormones, who cares, everyone enjoys that change. Didn’t you? Yes is the obvious answer. The same happened with me too. My world was changing around me or should I say I was watching the world with a different angle.

15th june and some year, I have entered 9^th standard, now I m in high school. My school dress has changed, shorts got converted to pants. A feeling of seniority came in me. Along with that came some changes in my body too. I dunno when I started staring mirror more. Was kool in my hair style, dressing and everything. Wanted to be the coolest dude. Well, but the competition wasn’t so easy. Movies which were felt bakwaas suddenly felt interested. Heroine was looking more beautiful. Girls in the class were also found interesting. Everything was just very nice. In our class we had a specific arrangement of sitting boys with gals, which changed periodically every month. Up to 8^th nothing happened in sitting with gals, but this time something different was happening, some feeling of shyness came. Me any my friends normally used to change our places after class teacher’s lecture. Hardly boys sat with gals whole day. The days were goin as usual. A thought passed my mind one day: “ Why are boys not ready to sit with gals although in future they have to marry wid gals?” I decided, I will not change my place. My curiosity to know more about gals increased. That forced me to be around gals whenever I get chance. To hear their talks. To have a chance to talk with them. Though I was sitting with a gal, I hardly talk with her. The talk was just restricted to studies. That’s all. I wanted to talk but something was stopping me. May be my friends ignorance to gals. That made me too not to talk with gals. We normally had fights between gals and boys. That was a daily matter. Every week a new complaint of changing the seat used to come with class teacher.

I was a very sincere boy of my class. Used to top in every exam, till “she” got admission in our class. Yes, she, TORAL PATEL, the gujju NRI from USA, transferred all the attention of teachers to herself from the day she joined. She was brilliant, fluent English, calculative in maths,..everything. She was top in every subject. Her computer like handwriting was the main attraction (This I came to know afterwards). I was now drawn in full of jealousy. On other side I was feeling some unusual also. Something in heart was running fast. Whenever she entered class eyes were just stuck to her. She was just like an Apsara. Very fair. There was hardly any gal in our class with such a fair skin. No competition. I was doin all this hiding from my friends eyes, else they wont keep me in their group. First exam arrived. It was September. All were busy in exam studies. Me too was trying hard, as this time the competition has become tougher. But was overconfident too. ” I knew everything”.

Exams went good. As usual I felt this time also I will be the topper. But surprise was waiting for me. The D day arrived. All classmates have arrived with their parents in the classroom. All were anxiously waiting for their results. (But I was waiting for someone else.) I saw some of my friends getting their fingers crossed. After some time, she arrived. This time she was not in the school dress. She was wearing white top and blue jeans accompanied by her mother which looked like her sister, so young and maintained. Everyone in the class was staring at her. I knew about boys but dunno why gals watched her! My dream broke with the arrival of class teacher along with the bunch of mark sheets in her hand. All of them rose up with their hearts pumping out. One by one teacher called students with their parents according to their numbers and handed them the marksheets. Side by side she also discussed the strength and weakness of the students with the parents. My turn came. I was with my father. I confidently went to receive the marksheet. I knew I was goin to make it to top. As soon as I saw my marksheet, every marks were according to my expectation. I was happy. But , suddenly madam told, “why did you got 2^nd rank, this time? You are not studying well. Study well next time.” I was literally shocked!!! If I am 2^nd with such good marks then who is 1^st? after hearings from madam, dad also told something which I was hardly listening. My mind was just trying to guess who is that person who defeated me? After some time, madam told in a loud voice, “Congrats TORAL, you got 1^st. very good beginning ”. And there went my eyes towards her. She was very much happy. I couldn’t control my jealousy. I was running with hot blood in my body. How could she take away my rank? Now every teacher was praising her. No one was with me. I felt alone, depressed, frustrating and full of anger. I saw in movies when villan use to keep the dart board and photo of hero on it and then point with the darts. I was feeling the same, wish I had her photo.

(…TO BE CONTINUED)