My maths class was about to get over. It was raining heavily. I missed getting myself marked present in class. I went to staff room and requested the professor that I was solving a maths problem, so just missed my roll call. Professor was adamant at not marking me ‘present’ at first but finally marked so.
I was enjoying watching the rain, pouring down heavily thumping at the ground, from the corridors of the first floor. He was not present today. I don’t know why but it was a disappointment. I usually love it when he is present the days I come to school as then I get to see him. Anyway, it’s okay, I thought. I untied my hair as it was the last period of the entire session and it was, in a way, quite relieving. I was reminiscing the good times I spent in the place and planning on how to study for the final exams. Nothing was wrong but something was missing, really missing. There was quiteness in the corridor as most of my fellow students had left. I didn’t realise that I was standing there for about fifteen minutes by now. Then, came a classmate to me in a hurry and said “come with me downstairs, he is waiting for you”. It was perplexing at first as I was not used to this kind of behaviour in school. I never hurried before this. But this time, it didn’t feel wrong, infact, it felt like something was so right. I didn’t even ask him who he was talking about, I just ran with that fellow to go downstairs. And then, there he was..yes, it was him ! for whom my my eyes n soul were searching.
…..After this what happened, I really don’t want to even write. It was everything I could wish for…..