I was completely unknown to the word ‘Crush’ at that time. I was in my first grade when this boy in my class named Sharvil stole my heart.
Richard felt embarrassed and he went away with Ben. The next day the same thing happened, they were taunting him.
When they were passing through the lobby he started to make animal voices like of a cat and dog. The whole school was hearing his voices.
We become friends to lovers in just a few days. Sharing thoughts, ideas and even intimate moments on the telephone was usual.
The writer sees on TV news that few students were beating a teacher. He goes down to the memory lane and remembers the teacher-student relationship when he was a student, a few decades ago.
Sukesh is a great storyteller. whenever power’s gone, we surround him and listens to his stories. One such night, we had a discussion about “The Taste of Alcohol”.
I grabbed the note and read it. It said that Mom was really sorry that she couldn’t take me to the fair and that she had plans for us tonight.
Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.
Including my very short experience with girls thus far, I decided not to become too close to any girl for the matter. I guess I was frustrated. Not worth the effort I tell myself, even now…
There I was dangling from my neck, my life at the fingertips of a sadistic science teacher. My hands were fumbling at my neck, desperately trying to loosen the rope.