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Chapter 9 - Photos are memory

In this part of the story, I should tell you guys about how important taking photos can be. A photo is a memory. A memory that you have immortalized through clicking a simple photograph. People don't stay forever, but our memories remain. We can't go back in the past, but through the photos, we can get the same feelings over and over again. I should take some time to reach out to my readers, guys, take pictures with your friends, your teachers and your loved ones, cause once the moment leaves you, all you have is vague momentary visions in your head. I truly wish I had taken photos with my homies of my first school. Man! I really miss them, but I can't remember and enjoy those moments again, because I never took any pictures with them. Brothers, if you are reading this, or if this reaches out to you, I want you guys to know that I still remember you guys and our friendship. Maybe one day fate will bring us back again. This is the reason I wanted to steal a moment with her, to take a picture and make this memory stay on forever. And, I had this amazing moment to click a photo with my lady in Green in an unlikely circumstance.

It was in our English class before the half yearly exam. Our teacher was giving us briefings regarding our course. It was basically a problem solving class. The toppers all took their seat on the first bench. I was not in the mood to go that day, but somehow, I convinced myself to go to the class, thinking it would be interesting. We were about to give our final exam that following month, so our teacher took his time and wanted to help us with our course. English is a tough language, and when it comes to writing, then it's just on another level. I shouldn't scare you, but sometimes you need absolutely perfect grammar in your sentences in order to achieve good grades. We had an English course at our university, and I will forever remember her. She made me correct a 400-word paragraph four to five times in a row. It was to the point that I was questioning my English writing skills and wanted to stop writing. But yes, she was well experienced in English and taught us well. Yes, she was a bit strict in the case of the work we did, but she was a good soul. She was a great teacher and a smart woman. Let's come back to our story.

Our English teacher at school was no different. He was a gentleman, a fine soul. The essence by which he would teach us was just too good. And I truly believe he was one of the best English teachers I have ever met. He decided to give us a treat as it was the last before the exam. And casually asked what we wanted to do. But we can't leave the class, we had to eat it at the class, so it would have to be an online order. Everyone put their vote to their favourite restaurant. I was not particularly talkative and just stood still. Our backbenchers volunteered to have a bucket of chicken fries. And so, our teacher ordered it. Ok, I won't speak the name of that restaurant, but it sure was a quick delivery. Within half an hour, the delivery was done. It was a bucket of 20 crispy chicken fries. We had the assumption that since it was so fast ,maybe it was not fresh. But the chicken fry was still warm and tender. It was fresh and tasted delicious. While we were enjoying our treat, our teacher asked us to take a picture and store the photo as a memory. A selfie on that occasion. And, I volunteered to take the picture.

Guess what! She was sitting on the first bench. She turned back and asked me to take the photo. And, so I walked up in front of the desk and clicked a selfie with all of us in it. But then the magic happened. She posed for a picture and asked me to take another selfie of us, and yes, that does include her friend who was on the same bench as her. With just a click, the moment was captured in my phone. It was a memory that would forever be etched in the digital pixels of my phone. I took a photo with the girl of my dreams. It was no big deal compared to the kids of this time. But at that age, and especially with me, it was unlikely and extremely lucky. It wasn't just our photo, cause her friend was also in it, but at the centre of the selfie was me and her. I couldn't believe my eyes. I now have a proper picture of her. A memory that I will remember forever.

Throughout the days that followed, I would randomly stare at the photo, trying to recreate the scenario in my mind. In those imaginations, I would take a walk and stand beside her. Then she would pose for me, and I would take photos of her. She would be my model, and I will be her permanent photographer. For others, it might be nothing out of the ordinary, but for me, it was a priceless thing. I held my phone close to me and would talk to her photo. I knew it was just a picture, but still, I was waiting for her to respond. Somewhere in my heart, I had this belief that the picture would become real and talk to me, as I did. I would tell her photos about me about my feelings and emotions. But it was only a photo and not an actual soul. You should think that I am faking it. It's just like a good old-fashioned bollywood movie, but no, it's actually true. When you truly love someone, every passing minute and moments with them feels like magic. It was evident in my case that I was talking with a picture on my phone. Because at least we would get to spend some quality time together in the fragments of my imagination.