After that day,when i went to bed i could not sleep.Then I started to think about her and I felt asleep.SHE CAME IN MY DREAMS,THAT NIGHT.I WAS JUST OBSERVING HER,OBSERVING HER CAREFULLY,AWED BY HER BEAUTY,I RAN TOWARDS HER AND GRABBED HER AND ASKED HER “How on this Earth can you be so beautiful, how can…what have you done to me?Why I think of anything else? What……..Then I heard a voice Mummy!Mummy!Mummy!……….I opened my eyes and observed that I had grabbed my Brother by the COLLAR and he was shouting.
Then my mother came running and asked “What happened?”Did you have a bad dream.”
“No,no,no,I had a beautiful dream,I dreamt of the guitar,and so i conclude that I want to learn more about it. I know mother, that you must be thinking that yesterday only I said I did not want to learn it. But, you also know your Son, he has a lot of mood swings and so he has just another. HE HAS NOW FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIS GUITAR CLASSES. Please mother please, I want to continue now.”
“Mother,kisi ladki ka chakkar hoga zaroor”said my brother.
I don’t know how but in my entire life I have noticed that he is the first to know what’s going on in my life. But fortunately mother did not seem to have a clue about my REAL NEW LOVE.
“You keep quiet, he is a very innocent and well behaved child. You are the naughtier one. Now, get up and take a bath, I have prepared your favourite aaloo paranthas today.”my mother said silencing my brother once and for all.”
In my next class,I was asked by my teacher to play the song that he had taught me in the last class,but kept forgetting the lyrics and was asked by my teacher to llisten to the song,but had not brought my mobile phone ,my teacher asked to take shweta’s phone.”wow” I thought and the first thing I checked were the sms,I read the names of all the sender’s looked out for the name of boys,NO ONE ,THE PATH IS CLEAR I said to myself.in the next class I took a different path to my house,the one with shweta’s house on it,I did not follow her all the way.stopped at the stereet end.
From the next day onwards,I started to sit in the room with my teacher or more appropriately with shweta.Sitting beside her it I started to find even the guitar interesting and my learning improved exponentially.Oh it was great SITTING BESIDES A BEAUTIFUL GIRL AND I WITH A BEAUTIFUL INSTRUMENT IN MY LIFE.FOR A BOY WHO HAD NEVER LOOKED OUT FORM HIS BOOKS THIS WAS A RARE EXPERIENCE.So, I was enjoying every moment of this.
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