After that day, She was only mine. Nobody dare to pass comment to her, follow her, propose her. She had a privacy of "only me" from me.
I was a so called don of our school. I can do anything what I want. But had not the courage to talk with her. As I had informed my parents about this relationship. They had not scolded me, beaten me. Just took a promise that "I will not talk to her, will keep distance from her. "
I would had broken the promise, but the surrounding had not allowed me to do so. As our odia teacher was my grandfather, science, PET teacher were my father's friend. They were keeping there eyes on me. My father also told the peon to look after me.
Everyday she was sending message that, she wants to talk with me. I was just replying to send me the message, what she wants to tell. Even her friend tried a lot to set our meeting, but I ran away ftom her, like a coward. So many time I had spoiled our meeting by running away at the last moment. She had tried a lot to talk with me. But I was just excusing, by telling that true love does not need any meeting, it's all about feeling.
One day I had crossed all the limits that my friends also questioned me, wheather I really love her? or not. That was 15th of August, the Independence Day. As usual we had parade, flag hosting, speech. Then price distribution. I got the most prices. She was encouraging me by clapping, cheering, smiling.
After the ceremony my Friend told me that, her friend was calling me. So I went to her friend. She requested me to talk to Roji. Firstly I was scared. Then I replied proudly to," call her, I am not frightened of anybody, I will talk to her today." Suddenly my friend shouted my name from behind, I turned back. He just smiled at me. As I turned back towards her friend, Roji was standing in front of me. I was shocked, ashamed. I was just began to run, when my friend stopped me. She requested me to talk with her. She even told me that, "if you can't talk to me inside the school, in your village. Then we will talk outside. Come to our village side. We will talk there."
I was unable to decide what to reply. I just shook my head, she smiled happily and left with her friend. Then I came out of our school, with my friend Linkan. She was waiting for me outside the school with her friend. She started cycling after seeing me. I followed her with my friend. My friend was forcing me to talk with her, but I was refusing as we were on the main road. I was afraid of being caught by my father or any of his friend.
All of them took the diversion towards her village. But I had not taken the diversion. I had followed the other route, and came out from her village. Linkan, her friends were shouting, but I had not listened to them.
I was standing outside hee village, near a bridge. Linkan came to me and started scolding me like anything.He was telling me, " " She was a girl. But still she was fearless, trying to talk with me." He was unable to get why i was so scared. At that moment, she came to the back of her house, with her friend. She was crying. I was just looking at her. Scolding me from my heart. Was feeling shameful, thinking how coward I was.
This was not the first time that I had made her cry. She was crying nearly everyday, for me. How stone hearted I was. How immature I was. Nothing like that it was not hurting me. But I was just tied by my promise.
My friends were warning me, if I will not change. Then our relationship won't work. I have to talk with her. Otherwise have to break up. But I was living in one belief that she will understand me, understand my problem. For which she was suffering a lot.
She also understood me, and left the wish to talk with me. We were just looking at each other, smiling, gesturing. Like this days passed. We were promoted to 9th class. But we were so sorry, unhappy. As our class got devided into two rooms one was for boys and other one for girls. We will have to sit in different classrooms.
But we had found the way for our happiness. As the girls captain was my friend, I told her to leave the captaincy. And elect Roji as the new class captain. My plan was successful. She was elected as girls captain. Now she was sitting in the front row. And I was going to the last bench, as the boys captain. Our teacher themselves sending me to the last bench to mantain discipline, as the last benchers were making noise. Which was also my plan. There classroom's first row was straight to our classroom's last row. So we were just enjoying by looking at each other.
As class captains we had to bring the chalks before the first period, and after the launch break. We had made this duty, our way of passing messages. She was writing her feelings on the chalks, like I like you, I love you, I miss you etc etc. Or writing letters on paper, which she was keeping in the chalk box. In turn I was collecting that one. Than I was keeping my letters and she was taking that one. Like this we were happy. Enjoying our love silently.