This story is less of an ff but a medium to send some things out of my system so kindly bear with me. Also this is my very first attempt at writing an ff so readers ( if I get any) thanks for reading it
The gentle wind blows the pink curtains of her big room, adjacent to the window hangs a portrait of a lady in her early thirties sitting on a chair holding the cutest baby on Earth in her hands. A lovable expression is on her face. Behind the chair stands a man all suited and booted .. A stern look is on his face yet you cannot miss out the proud eyes that adorn the mother-daughter duo.
From the other side of the room enters our protagonist ..…wet hair, wheatish skin, medium length hair wearing her school uniform. She had a pretty face but her big beautiful eyes spoke an unheard story. She smiles seeing the portrait and says
“Papa it’s been 7 years since you left me but you know what still stays? Your memories, your values and the expectations that you had. I love you Papa … I know you are not visible but you are here right next to me. I still feel you around. Today is the first day of the journey you wanted me to go on. My first day of class XI and now your Sona will take small steps to become Dr. Sonakshi Bose.”
“Your father was, is & always will be proud of you Sona” said Asha ; the lady in the portrait and Sona’s mom. “It’s time for your school bus I don’t want you to be late on the first day of your school.
“ I won’t be late to school,ma”
After half an hour
“Sona you are LATE .. do you want to miss the first day of your new school ?”
“No ma .. the bus can wait …but not the delicious food you make… I can’t leave food”
“Ya ya now rush”
………………..
Sona was already panting she could see her bus waiting and the driver going mad honking… The bus was about to leave when she just caught it.
Conductor: New ho beta, pehla din hai .. isiliye ruk gaye kal se nahi rukenge…
S(Still out of breath) : Haa bhaiya kal se nhi hoga … SHOTTI
A boy sitting on the last seat was fuming with anger he could not control himself any longer and said
“You know what Jatin, these days the school has gone really insane.. they just admit anyone without seeing their merit”
S:Excuse me … did you say something ??
Boy: Jatin, I talk to humans not fat potatoes
S: Did you call me a potato …. Who are you then a ladyfinger hiding behind a friend .. idiot Delhites can’t even pluck the courage to speak their mind. In my Kolkata things are much better not like this Delhi full of filth and filthy people..
B: Hey!! You cannot say anything about the city ..Ms Potato … Look I am already angry I have to address the assembly and if we do not reach in time then
S: Then what ??? will you cry ?? Mr. KKS
B: What’s that??
S: Kuposhan ka shikar .. doesn’t your mom feed you something ?
B: Healthier than what get .. Moreover BAAT KARNE KI TAMEEZ NAHI HAI TO CHUP REHNA SIKHO
S: You …
B: You …..
The teacher had to cut in “ You. two will not speak a word now or else I’ll report to the bus duty incharge
They reached school a bit late . The student’s were getting down when the boy rushed out and collided with none other than our Ms. Potato, she yelled “ CHALNE KI TAMEEZ NAHI HAI TO GHAR PE REHNA SIKHO”
The school assembly was just about to start.The boy ran upto the stage and joined the line near the stage. Sonakshi had some problem in finding her class teacher but she joined her class line.
The assembly started with the prayer and then the principal took over. She was saying something about the school, its curriculum, rules etc etc but Sona was busy in seeing the school groung the huge Ashoka trees in the front followed by the stage . One side had a small garden. A Banyan tree stood alone in the garden with buses parked meticulously in the parking. There were separate basket ball nd volley ball courts.
“So green .. just like my school in Kolkata but the school is grey my old school was white and just perfect.”
The principal then went on felicitating students who had excelled in the previous academic years. Sona’s chain of thoughts broke when she heard the same irritating voice which she heard in the bus.It was louder this time
“Good morning everyone
I Devrath Dixit, stand today before you as the topper of class 10th but I couldn’t have accomplished this without the unstinted support of my teachers…
Sona was back to her own thinking .. he the topper .. no wonder he is so arrogant but I will ensure that he won’t do the same this time…
Dev ended his speech and the principal told him, “Dev , you are made of the material from which legends are made of”
This was enough Ms. Potato was all red with anger
Then Dev moved back to join his class’ line. Sona was waiting to see which class he joins and then he came and joined the boys line of her class ..
Both Dev and Sona saw each other half amazed half enraged
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