Feeling Of Love

When we came to Navodaya School in Class 11, the class atmosphere changed. We started talking about novels, games, and girls more than studies. It is essential to say that in our time, despite studying in a residential school from class 6 to 10, we never even talked to many girls in the class. But now the atmosphere was changing. Now almost all the girls in the class (except very simple) were tried by someone.

Some had succeeded, some were still trying, some had got the red signal, and they were now trying elsewhere. I was the youngest boy in our sales; unfortunately, all the girls were also older. Which was an essential factor for friendship at that time. As a decent and educated kind of boy, girls used to see more brother element in me, which was undoubtedly not a feeling of pride; to be honest, it was an embarrassing character among friends. I was also now anxious to get out of the shadow of this kind of personality.

Amid this bitter conflict, for a few days, our eyes were beginning to meet a junior class girl from us. The girl was beautifully gentle and meritorious and mainly younger than us. Some of the initial conditions of love had been fulfilled. Since I was a new player in this field of love, courage was vital. There should be a friend now so everyone can stretch their chest proudly. Well, the period of seeing started, and the eyes began to meet. Girls are psychologically more terrifying and wiser than boys. She also knows how to scan emotions, and her skill in becoming unaware of them is commendable. Well, this audacity to look at it without blinking was compounded by his grin. It felt like a green signal was found, but girls know how to mix emotions so that the dice turn anytime. Gradually, we started making small gestures that you cannot put in the objectionable category.

The only place to do all this was our eatery, our mess. There the bench of girls and boys seemed to be different according to the house, but we used to sit in such a way that he and we could easily see us. Love began to blossom in the eyes. After eating in a mess, the plate itself had to be washed outside the mess. Fortunately, this place was common for boys and girls. We, being non-vegetarians, used to be the first to get up after eating two chapatis soon, by the time other children were just starting to eat. Luckily, the girl would also eat quickly and go out. A few feet of, the close meeting started while washing the plate, but we can also say "Hello" from the mouth there. The closer they were, the more they pretended to be unaware.

One day this problem was resolved in consultation with his closest friend to write a love letter and give it to him and wait for a response from the front. Then advance action may be decided. Since there were some cases in our residential school where this exchange of letters was caught by THE SIR. And then of those ashik mood students who were in a pitiable condition... Beating with sticks, making in the sun for an hour ... This kind of punishment was where there was physical torture; it also tarnished the image of good students. Despite all these challenges and risks, it was decided to write a love letter as there was no other solution. A love request letter was written by carving difficult but love feelings in excellent Hindavali, and a plan was made to deliver it through a very reliable junior student.

The messenger has explained a long list of precautions to be taken during implementation, acting several times, and finalizing. The mind was still terrorized that if love feelings did not erupt in the girl's mind and if all this was one-sided, then what would happen? Even then, we will console our heart-to-health, but what if the girl gives this letter to the PTI head or accidentally gets into their hands? So they will make our marmalade-pickle all together because PTI sir's ability was judged by the fact that he broke how many love affairs were spoiled with a branch before flowering and crushed with his feet, and he also used to live in this process.

So the solution to avoid all this was that at the end of the letter. An emotional appeal should be made that if the love request is rejected, please tear it down as our mistake, and we will never look at you in the future. Since we used to be one of the toppers of the class, there was a very gentle image among all the teachers, which was the hard work of the last 5 years, which we did not want to lose in this way. Along with this, a big fear, such incidents were quickly conveyed to the parents by the house warden; perhaps they considered it one of their most important responsibilities.

After overcoming all these difficulties, Kher conveyed our message to the destination. Now waiting for her answer, we did not even go to the mess for food in a panic this evening. The next day, the arbitrator received a verbal warning message that such correspondence should not be rewritten in the future. All our aspirations had collapsed. We had reached the excess of Devdas. For two days, taking leave from school and mess on the pretext of illness, he lay on the bed in a dying state of emotions...

As I said before, reading girls' emotions cannot be taught anywhere. We started recovering from the sad state of Devdas again. On the third day, he also went to school and ate in the same mess. But today we were seeing someone else (said by our friend). Today we took only a minimum of food and washed the plate in the same tank. Just bent down to clean the plate when someone grabbed my hand from behind; I turned around and saw that by then, a letter had been handed over in hand, we looked up and saw that the girl was smiling, and I was trembling. I do not know why the nervousness in girls is less than in boys; perhaps they keep their answer by ensuring everything first.

We had got our answer.