Teenage...

It was her first time of stepping out.

The moment she went out of her house

She forgot me. Me? Who am I !?

Hiii myself Raghav malhan, and this story is about me and my growing teenage.I am a 19 year old boy. A fun loving guy studying in 12th standard with a lot's of dreams in mind which I might not achieve ever. I live in my own house,ok I don't have any house I live on the mercy of my parents.

Of course it doesn't hurts untill they say,'Study nicely it's your board year?'.

And thanks to the government who announced a particular prize after getting a particular grade. which has now became the main cause of my parents forcing me to study my ass off.

'Common guys I am an Arts student you can't expect much from me', that's what I wish I could say but I don't want my parents to kick me out of their property which in terms have nothing but a big plot of agricultural land in our town in Bihar.

Ok so now coming back to the topic. Why she forgot me? who was she ?. So let's begin with the start my school life.

School - 2014

So my school life was like every backbenchers life. And like every other boy I also had a crush on my school teacher. Her name was Namrata and she was the most beautiful girl, yeah girl she was just 25 year old at the time she left our school and me regretting my love for her. I was in 4th standard when for the very first time I saw her. I still remember her beautiful eyes, the golden ear rings which was adding up to her beauty, a cute smile with that red colour Lakme Lipstick and she always used to come in a saffon sari like typical bollywood saris',this was her normal appearance.

7th standard;

'I wish I could taste those lips',someone said, that someone is my best friend Keshav.

And did I tell you his front tooth are broken?, No right?. I broke it. I don't like someone else talking rubbish about her. Anyway u don't say that for a teacher. That's a different thing that our fight went so long that Namrata ma'am itself came and slapped me twice ignoring my torned shirt and of course my white shoes which was no more white.

'Why are you behaving like a gunda?',she said and frankly I had never seen her that angry before and not even after that.

'But Ma'am he wasssshh' , I was saying but fumbled as I received her rosy and soft hands slap again. I still don't know why I was not crying but instead feeling shy.

That was the first time I punched someone. The very next moment we had an invitation for a Lunch of insults and jeer for our 2inch long hairs by our Director and he gave us a vacation of 1 week quite good no?. Yeah we were suspended for a week, our director didn't saw my care for her. How could he even understand it , he looked like very annoyed everytime you see him. I don't know how a person could look soo annoyed even after having a wife who looked like an angel.

When we came out of his cabin we were treated like a celebrity coming out from supreme court. Everyone surrounded us asking what happened?

Shameless us! Didn't even hesitate to say we are suspended for a week. Namrata Ma'am looked sad but does it even matter when she was the one for whom we fought?

Keshav had already went home with Mr. Massy, Keshav's father. His father's was a fat man with a big outward sliding tummy unlike his name. Also Keshav was slapped so hard that we all could hear it.

'Pity him sir his tooth are broken',said our Hindi teacher, Shweta Ma'am, the gossip aunty of our school. Every girl students favourite and parents too liked her.

'A slap to keshav is still ok what would happen to me with this attire of torned shirt and dirty shoes?',I asked myself.

'You are dead Raghav!', Namrata Ma'am said, her laughing voice making it difficult for me to understand whether it's a warning or a reason for her smile.

I was safe my father was busy ,he never has time for me though, so my mother came, Mrs. Malhan, sounds weird right, we are weird. That day went easily but for the next 3 months keshav and I had stopped talking to each other. A thing which every child does thinking it as their fundamental right.