The music of love.....

"Mere hamraahi suno....aao chaleeeennn chaand k paar...jahan na gum ho naa ....naa .aasoon ho...mere aas paas tere paas paas.. tera pyaar hooo meraa pyar hoo"

And we kissed for the first time.....
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Chapter 1 The first impression
July 12,1988

It was a usual hot morning.Mummy was busy in kitchen ,papa with news paper,brother with books and i....with myself and my book shelf.It was my first day at school,the best in the city. I had just moved here from a very small town.Having spend most of my life in the town playing gilli danda,cricket and many fun games with friends who had no obligation imposed by there poor parents for studying.Hope i had been as lucky as they are,i thought.
It was heart breaking and it felt worse while i was preparing for school thinking what those guys would be doing right now.

Somehow i manged to get myself in the uniform and picked up the bag which was loaded with enough books to make me feel more of a trolley waala than a student.As usual mom gave me some sugar curd mixture,a traditional "thums up" omen, along with advices that covered myriad topics ranging from not fighitn with others to how can i "step up" in life .Then it was time for papa
to do what he does best....
"So ...today is your first day......You are in 8th now ...maths is going to be difficult...your normal laziness would get you nowhere....It is a big school, luckily you got the admission if you dont study now you will end up doing nothing and i dont have enough money to keep wasting on you...and on and on......"

Finally, i was through with the do's and don't do's section and countless "jee papa"

I picked my cycle and rocketed to the school.It was seriously a big school.There were students in numbers that can be compared to the Dussera gathering of our town.Hope i didnt find anything comparable to the giant rides.Then the assembly followed were a group of children standing in front kept shouting prayers in the loud speakers while others providing there audio inputs resulting in utter dissonance.

Then we went into the class were "present mam", "yes mam" kept ringing.She introduced me to the class as new student and then asked me to tell something about myself.My english was as bhartiya as myself."Hi everybody my name is Amit singh.... I am from gaazipur .I did my studing from Bal udyaan,gram bajardiha.My hobbies are playing gilli danda and waaachin tv".They all laughed and i seriously started doubting whether they have mistaken me for mogli.Even the head mam was smiling and it felt so bad that i could hardly lift my eyes to face the class as they all laughed except for one girl.She was sitting in the front row and i didnt knew why but as she watched me with her big beautiful eyes commiserating,it felt good.That was when Sakina and i introduced ourselves to each other not through words but something much more transcendental then that.Atlast it was over and i was told to take my seat.The classes started and after three hours of lectures we had some respite of recess. Nobody came to me or talked to me and i was an outcast for the class.Hope i would have been in my village ....

"Amit...."someone called .It was her."Hi I am Sakina....Had your lunch ?"
I wanted to say something but instead stood there in utter silent.She carried on "you have missed some classes..I will give you the notes"
"Yes".i said ...finally i convinced her that she way not talking gibberish.
"Dont worry in few days every thing is going to be fine .It takes a few days.I can understand how it feels to join a new school.I also came here an year ago.Abbu is a professor in BHU.We shifted from Aligarh"
It surely alleviated lot of pain of my beleaguered self.
"Will you be my friend ?" The intonation of the words carried such doubt that i could have easily replaced it with "can you climb Mt everest...Can ya ?"

"Off course..Yes.We are friends"As she said she smiled and for the first time today someone smiled in appreciation at me.