The stars twinkled, and the lights flickered passing from here and there, almost like the attention, of an innocent child. The street was a bumpy one, and the driver didn't even have the radio on, leaving me in a blanket of darkness illuminated by the phone in hand while my mother napped at the side.
Back again, back again was my youth and back again was the fifteen year old me. So the system wasn't lying when it said I would regress, but never did I expect it to be so back into the past.
My eyes turned towards my mother who had long woken up, as she stared with many thoughts drifting by in her eyes of chocolate. She was beautiful. Age couldn't leave any marks on her face, yet her anemia could.
For now, she had wrapped a ribbon around her long flowing dark-brown locks, forming a bun and I realised once again, that I looked much like her.
Though I possessed the features of my father too, with his long-sharp nose and full lips. Sadly, I didn't possess his milkish complexion and didn't possess his immunity to acne.
"Agastya, in which tale, are you lost in right now?" The voice of my mother filled with lightness yet carrying depth, broke me out of my observation as I blinked, twice to clear out the slight tiredness that aligned my facial muscles.
"None, ma. None, in fact I have never been more awake in my entire life" My developing Adam's apple bobbed up and down, making me feel funny, for I was not accustomed yet to my breaking tone.
Mother blinked twice in confusion, before any thoughts that was about to be asked stopped, once her eyes turned towards the ringing phone in my right soft palm. My father was calling.
"Here"
The phone was given, and the driver muted his humming as to not distract the customers in the back seat, a good driver indeed.
As mother went on and on with father, I was silent, not because I didn't want to disturb them but because I was in my own thoughts once again. The smell, the location and the ripe atmosphere, everything matched the day of obsession. I remembered quite clearly, it was the day, the first day when my obsession with you started.
It was the first time I would see, 'World Of Science', the coaching centre for aspiring scientists. And this was also the coaching centre which I retired out of, all due to that bitch!
No....I couldn't afford to get angry, I could never. I must not get angry. I need to work my plans with efficiency, not anger, for that emotion would only serve to disrupt my plan.
"Son...are you ok?"
"Why wouldn't I be, ma?"
"No, it's nothing....I just sensed something off, your face tells me you are stressed, is something troubling you?"
Always the doting mother, she was the only one who could ever understand me whenever I acted rough or rogue-like, a rush of happiness once again pervaded me.
The concern and the smiles of my parents, I could only yearn for in my past life after their accident..... But in this life, I won't allow that to happen. Never.
"it's nothing, just thinking.....you know us science students, na? Got to keep the grades, otherwise Abhijit will be proven right?"
"You still remember that bastard? Look all the things he said, I know you are not like that! You are my son, not whatever he said to you."
Mother was concerned at the the mention of Abhijit sir, cupping my cheeks and giving me a soft kiss of reassurance on the forehead. I just smiled. The mention of Abhijit sir, filled me with an hatred that was uncontrollable, my fingers felt warm yearning to bite into the flesh of the one who scorned me.
But, I kept myself under wraps. Reminding myself. Anger would do no good, never did it help me in my life.
Now who was Abhijit sir? Well that's a tale of the past and yet why wouldn't I share it? After all, sometimes, sharing your pain with others is the best thing to do..... It works well as an ointment that one applies to a burnt wound, but in my case the wounds was too large.
My hands instinctively, crept to the collars of my green leather jacket, that was snug around me giving me the feeling of you embracing me tightly with affection to the boot.
Oh fuck, I forgot to tell about Abhijit sir, look..... You mean so much, that you make me forget about other things important in life, uff when will I meet you once again? When will I embrace you, yet again? I can't wait.....
Anyways(oh thank God, finally I remembered), I met Abhijit sir, when I was in class 9, after suffering from financial issues, home issues and others, we had shifted to a lush complex of many apartments denoted by the name of colors.
Back then I was a shy guy, easily frightened by social interaction yet capable enough to be bold to those who messed with me or my friends. An introvert, who was a sophisticated fellow, as one might say.
Didn't have a lot of friends, nor ever went outside alone. A pampered son, and that was soon fixed by you..... Anyways back to Abhijit sir, fuck even a slight mention of you, derails me from my track.
I couldn't trust anyone, after all, from a young age I saw how my family went from riches to rags all because they easily trusted people. And I started to hate 'friendship', which intensified my shyness, of course. Then my mother found a home tutor, and that was Abhijit sir, who taught me physics, mathematics and chemistry.
A friend of friends and that teacher who was really fun to be around with. A certain rowdiness was present with arrogance, and, I ignored it...Too blinded by trust, yes he was most probably, the first person I started to trust well then you came but that's beside the point.
I tapped my fingers on the upholstery, as I mused, calming myself for a minute as the memories flooded in. The feeling was like scorpions, gnawing and gnawing. I took a deep breath to stablize myself, briefly giving my mother a smile to show that I was ok.
Most definitely, I was not..... Once the scorpions became tired slightly, I felt my emotions, and it was finally safe for me to continue.
Currently I was in class 11, so it was at most a few months prior, the start of the classes and the final time my life would be normal.
I don't remember the exact details but I had recommended the coaching classes of Abhijit sir to one of my friend and he had just, two days after, left.
Personally, never once did I went to the coaching class of Abhijit sir, most of the time he came to my home to teach me alone.
When I had asked that friend, he didn't tell me for a few minutes about what had happened to him but then his mother did. At that time, I remembered not trusting them, all because I couldn't believe what they were talking about.
I still remember, distrusting my own friend all because I couldn't trust that Abhijit sir could do this and then next day happened.
A few of my friends and since my mother taught English tution, a few of her female students were present too all recommended for science class.... Under Abhijit sir.
He had came and then, he did something, something that made me hate the few friends who supported his deed and like someone who I hated now with all of my heart...Yes, Viola was one of my mother's student only.
In front of everyone, he started to call me a faggot and said I was a female instead of a male and what not! He was telling me all sorts of things, which were completely false about me, and why was he doing so?
All because....I didn't like to interact and this same thing he had done with my other friend. Maybe I was suffering karma at that time.
Then came the hard hit on my back, that left a permanent red hand mark for two to three days. At that time, even my friends betrayed me, but only Viola the trans stood for me.
She supported me and soon Abhijit sir had left. Then I cried for a few days and what not... Pain had greeted me from the time I was just one and so I thought nothing could faze me, and then came this....
Now I realise that I would never have good relationship with my teachers even though I was the best student who was polite and only scored near full marks.
Whatever.
After that once again financial issues which forced me to leave my school and what not, but those incidents still hasn't occured so we will cover that when we go there.
The driver drawled as we came closer to the book shop, and then my heartbeat quicken as my mother's eyes caught a billboard.
"Son, we were looking for coaching classes for you, na? Well see! There it is"
There it was, a smile erupted on my face, the world of science glowing orange almost as if it was calling to me.
During the past, I had asked mother not to make me get admission here all because I was suffering from depression, though at the end I still had to start my tuitions there unwillingly but hey at least in this life that will change.
Abhijit sir, I can't completely hate him. All because his beating had changed me to become a man full of high attitude who wasn't scared by none in the past and all because of him, I...met you.
"Sure ma, why not? I mean, studies are important and depression won't help with grades. But do check the reviews from the internet, ok?"
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Author's note: This chapter was comparatively tame, yes, because I am aiming for a slow progression and yes I know heavy info dump about a part of his past.
I would have written more probably but my brain and heart both hurts right now. Currently in a guest house, with sickness and those of you who don't know..... Me and my family rest evicted.
Anyways, Agastya's past is slightly inspired by me. That was just a fun detail, I thought I would add, hehehe.
Have a great day readers