First meet

When I walked down the hall, there was a slight hum coming from the hall. Things were not in their place; it was my old home. Boxes were scrambled on the floor. My parents were fighting, when they suddenly turned towards me, their faces red with blood. They ran towards me. I jumped out of the window. As far as I could remember, we were on the ground floor, but I was falling as if from clif.

I opened my eyes. The clock showed 5:00 AM I got out of bed and went to the mirror. The reflection was terrifying: hair matted and twisted, stuck together, and usually dirty. I place a pencil in my mouth, pretending to be savage.

"Everything's going to be fine!"

"The school is going to get his most popular and pretty girl."

Everyone's gaze would always be drawn to you as the smartest and cutest.

I came up to myself, encouraging myself to rock.

In fractions of a second I was at the gate of the school with my bag hanging on one side, supported by one holder. The green frock doesn't suits me, but I tried to make it as short as possible.

I took a deep breath and walked inside the institution with grace, actually with fear.

I asked a little boy "where was class ". He counter-questioned, "Are you fresher?"

"Yeah, perhaps..."I answered.

His face changed very quickly from normal to joy " here on the ground floor at first right."

His meek smile was disturbing. Some intuition came over me as I proceeded.

"What would be the worst...? Nothing. It's better to be calm and smile. "

The first sight of class was not impressive, but the pleasing thing was that Jiya had already arrived. She looked at me but didn't approached me at all , so I introduced myself to her. Whether she knew it or not, she didn't pay any attention. The classroom was not clean. Dirt and paper were still on the ground. A yellowed laminated page was stuck on the top of the black board showing Rules and Aims. On the side of it was a soft board with the timetable and half-torn star performance of every month. The first smile came when I said the last bench. All the cool stuff was here. The last bench of the middle row had phrases written which went like "life sucks" , "I know we have much work to do, but King is busy..." , "First benchers are topper till the backbencher did not participate." I think that was reason why rule paper was high, still there was awkward silence, which was broken when a paunchy, flabby man entered the classroom.

Hey, Om, do you have any pens? I have to do the homework. " Jiya greeted

Om, who sat on the last bench of the first row with his green bag, which I believe contained more food packets than books, looked at Jiya with stern looK.

Oh, sorry, who am I asking? "... Jiya exclaimed.

Still, there was a bag left at the last second bench, but it was not bothering me. I was enjoying the vibes.

I said to myself, "I think I have no reason to worry now," which was now calm and tuned in to their vibes.

"New admission?" Om questioned me, coming very close to me.

I pushed him back with a gentle stroke on his shoulder, "yes."

"What is your name ?" he asked.

I answered, "Diya."

A couple of minutes later, more students filled the class. They came, asked my name, and sat. This was only the case with girls. Till then, only one boy had come.

Everything was shiny and fine until Farhan and Jay came. Farhan was quite good looking compared to Om and Jay, and had long, stiff short hair with an unclear jawline and a buffed chest.

They both settled on the last bench in the middle row.

"What the ..." Jay shouted, "I forgot."

"What...?" asked Farhan with a cunning smile . Om, like Farhan, laughed at the remark.

Jay, who was also laughing, answered, "Hey, not that I forgot to save my game level."

My heart was telling me that this was going to be the best year ever. We had prayer, and then class after class, I was the only one paying attention, other disregard with giving such expression that I was doing something wrong.

I was not the prettiest, nor the smartest, nor any kind of famous. I realized this all when I saw her. Yeah, I am talking about Ananya. She didn't have anything special, but she was different from everyone else in the universe, as if God had created her with love and care.

It was recess time. I went with the most popular girl, Ananya, and her friend Shruti. While we were eating, a guy walked into the class, and I asked Shruti about him without prompting. She describes him, saying, "Ooh, he is Yug. Don't go with his face. He is one of the rare spiritual people in our class.

I assumed he was the most wanted guy in the section because he looked similar, but as they say, "don't judge a book by its cover." A few seconds later, when he moved out of the class, I noticed him.

He was a stiff guy, quite muscular. His frizzy hair was a total look.

After roaming around the school with Shruti and meeting other class students, I felt delighted. I asked for Ananya. Shruti told us that she had some other work. We were outside till we heard the long bell. The other students were not that particular about moving to their respective areas. They were still there, as if nothing had happened.

It had been 5 minutes since we were in class and no teacher had yet arrived. As electron in the other most shell boys squirted out.

I could see Jay was dancing as we came to class. " The teacher had "bunked the period." There was no cheerful reaction as most were not present in the class, but the next sentence he spoke changed the environment. In an alarming way, Jay called all others in the class room and announced, "It's Titu's Proxy." The wave of screams smashed over the class, but the screams didn't have much life as our P.T Sir came to shush us. He seemed a strict sir, and all the students also paid most respect to him, which was seen when he entered the class. The crest of a scream became zero. Furthermore, all the students stood up to greet him, "Good Afternoon."

During the game, I came across another charter, Tarun, who was as usual, adjusting his hair; he was not different in appearance, but his light beard was the only thing that distinguished him; he was the clown of our group, cracking jokes regardless of the situation. I was on his team for baseball, actually softball. Shruti, Jiya, and Om were on the opposite team.

Our score was 20-7 after half of the game. We were winning. Obviously, our team was one-sided. We had Tarun hitting ball to highest, 2nd base was under Farhan's feet, Only any kind of misfield could help runner escape, Jay was keeping strike count, ruling the decision, and what to say about Yug running all over ground snatching ball from air. Ananya not playing, I'm not sure why... but I was smiling on our fixed win. I should have prayed for that because what happened in the last 15 minutes changed everything.

Give us a win and we will beg to lose. " Farhan spoke in confidence to Shruti, then he saw Om's face. He was smiling. From behind came a voice, "I will play from their side!"

A brownish-black body with hair fallen over the forehead, his hands looked as if they had fought many wars, his smile was like a lotus in mud, and his face composed with no worry and guilt, only breathing wisely. Grinning face was saying more then he say. Farhan (pitcher) noticed perplexed Tarun asking him what to do next, and Jay was thoughtless. Yug suggested to keep players at distances.

It was there for a batting turn. He did nothing but call out players' names and they went for batting and played well. The only thing he did was tell the person holding the bat where to hit with his eye moment. Pitcher also saw same but unable to keep ball away from that point. When all bases were acquired, he came to bat, pushing Om, who was holding the bat, he only saw at him once and Om gave him bat even though he was ready for ball. He came over the base before jay saw him and then throw his sight towards the field. The pitcher pitched the ball, "strike 1," shouted Jay. I slightly giggled. It was a big mistake and everyone knew, they were looking at me with agitation and irritation even the batter also looked at me but didn't reacted. The next ball, Farhan threw it above the limiting height. OM shouted "1234", pointing at every player on his team at base. As soon as Farhan released the next ball, that guy came forward and swung the bat with all his power, throwing the ball at a great height, so great that it never came back as it went to the terrace of the institute. They received 4+3 runs according to their own rules, 4 for running over base and 3 for homerun, for a total score of 14.

He never shouts on other like other for their performance. he performed marvellous in fielding, Now there was objection on jay decisions, he set the player on what they can do nor forcing them to do need full he cheer up every time they made mistake; he grabbed the two bases and kept the ground behind him in his accounts; it was the first time our team did not score a run. His teammate's motivation was great, but even greater was his control over emotion. He never ever let his smile vanish.

At the end of the game smoothly, at the bell ring, the score was 30-24. He came and ruled the game. I inquired about him with Shruti rather than Jiya because she was friendlier than Jiya. Only I could remember his name, "Shyam." All the others were seen on the ground.

Oh, I'm exhausted, so I let my voice be heard. "The last class is still left, and it's dangerous physics," a girl sitting behind me said.

"What physics at last?" I exclaimed.

I didn't like physics personally, but here there was terror in the name of physics because of the teacher. I thought how hard it would be to give myself a chance.

As the physics class started, I could understand why we all hate physics. I had to stretch my eyes wide open. Last year, my classmates were literally sleeping, covered by other students in front, so the teacher couldn't see them.

Suddenly, our physics teacher raised his voice and asked us a question, which he stated was a simple question and dared not teach further till someone gave the correct answer.

He asked, "What is gravity?"

We were all just gazing at each other's faces, finding each other happy as she or he also didn't know the answer.

The teacher now shouted in anger, scolding us all, but the last bencher woke up.

On seeing the eyes, the teacher asked Shyam to answer or else he would not be allowed to enter his any class.

"Sir, gravity is simply a type of acceleration in one direction."

"Get out of my class," he roared.

"OK, sir," as he walked out, "but sir, In general relativity, gravity is not a force between masses. Instead gravity is an effect of the warping of space and time in the presence of mass. Without a force acting upon it, an object will move in a straight line" "I what you were finding in answer is.... in mechanics, the universal force of attraction acting between all matter. It is by far the weakest known force in nature and thus plays no role in determining the internal properties of everyday matter."

Sir was also a thunderbolt. Out of shame, he walked out of the class... and Shyam was called inside. Shyam shows no other emotion than love. As a result, he sat straight and attentive in class and asked questions of Sir. As a result, Sir left class earlier.

It was a great day from creepy to joy to lose to again fear to motivation I almost saw everything thing. But Shyam was he guy whom I found interesting, like conscious jar full of knowledge yet have space for values.

That all thing blend my mind and created the paradox for me, I think it was first time I felt for someone, but the destiny has more problems for me planning something else .....