The world is full of sounds and words but it's not useful for me I can't hear or speak. My name is Shruti. I'm born as a deaf girl so I can't talk. From childhood to until now I just feel miserable and make me feel miserable. but I always have a thing to look forward to that was my first love but when I told him I love him he told me I am taking advantage of his kindness. My world ends I don't feel like going to college and doing anything. I want to go to the same science college as him but not anymore. I give up on that feeling but someone again trying to touch that feeling that I have long forgotten. It was my senior Rahul. I met him as destiny was trying to set the meeting. It was the day of the entrance ceremony in my art college and for the change in society view and as a new experiment I was chosen to give a speech in sign language and there was a translator alongside me to translate. I was too nervous because I never did that before. On that day every first year students parents and first year itself gathered in the hall along with the chief guest. I was ready to give a speech in sign language. I started to do a sign to welcome everyone and I translator move his mouth and then I continued doing signs and constantly giving pauses looking towards the translater at first I don't get what's going on but I looked towards the students I see a puzzled expression and parents were taking with themselves. I looked over at the translator. By the look on her face I get she was a bit troubled. I tried to restart the whole speech but it doesn't matter because the translator was amateur. I failed again how much I try I don't make any changes. I'm just a failure. I looked towards my father with teary eyes and about to get off the stage but everyone was looking at the guy walking towards the stage. I looked at him and he signed me let's start over the whole speech.
He got up on stage and I slowly started signing but he signed me I can do on my normal speed so I started to do sign on my normal speed and he start to explain to them with repeating what was he saying doing sign language so I get where he was and that's how I end my speech. As a speech ended the guy was nowhere to be found. The next day I was called into the staffroom. When I enter the staffroom I see that guy again being cornered by the teacher. I knocked on the table to give them signal to know that I'm here. The teacher looked at me and that guy waved a hand towards me. The teacher came towards me and that guy tried to sneak away from the teacher then again he stopped and came towards me. He signed behind the back of the teacher that the teacher didn't know about yesterday's incident. I talked with the teacher via text messages about the incident and everything. Apparently the principal wants to apologise for what happened back on stage but he was busy so he told the teacher about how they are ashamed of their actions and everything. I said it's okay and then left the staffroom but the guy who helped me was still in the office so I waited for him outside of the office. He came after 15 min looking exosted as if his soul left his body.
I get in front of him.
You why you help me? You I asked
I didn't help you I. I was just sleeping in the hall when I woke up The hall was already full with students so I got mixed up with everyone. So that's that he replied.
You are not a first year you?
No I'm a second year student i Name rahul. You name you?
Shruti
Okay Shruti bye see you later
See you later I sign oh! I forgot to thank him and just like that I meet him for the second time. He seems always alone so whenever I see him I go to talk with him. He talks to me without bothering. We talk about books, novels, and poetry. Yesterday after the meeting in the Library he asked for my number but I didn't grasp the situation so I got his. I texted him after college at night but didn't reply maybe he still didn't see my messages. I hope so. I went to the balcony and looked outside in the sky the moon was bright It reminded me of him always bright and positive. Always getting in trouble and making teachers angry all the time. Sometimes genius and sometimes idiot. My idiot.