Next day, I still don’t know how but Baisakhi knew that I had a talk with Uttam (which Uttam obviously thought as one of my acts). She asked me about what had happened. I knew that she didn’t talk to Uttam neither did Uttam get a chance to talk with her. This is my chance. I can be her hero now. I spiced up yesterdays happenings and ultimately resulted in spoiling the matter but not failing to make myself the Superman in the stupid story which included a street fight with Uttam and his raced fight, ending up in bandages, a mob gathering incident.
Slowly, days passed by, Uttam pressed more upon me. One afternoon we had a fight, a real fight! He tore my shirt, gave a blow in my lower jaw which restrained me from having dinner that night, I too gave him a punch right in the face enough to bleed in his mouth. After the fit we sat together, both of us panting for breath which ultimately led to a peaceful chat between us. I came to know many things about Baisakhi’s life, why they broke up, why she had changed her school, why her dad didn’t send her to tuitions far from home, why she always accompanied her on evening tuitions.
That night I had many things to think about. First, if my face was to swell by morning what answer was I going to give to my parents? Second, maybe Baisakhi was not right for me she had told me so many lies about her. Well, I think in a relation if one lies, the other will not be invincible from doing the same.
Next day, I got money from my parents who were instructed to me to be spent on tuition fees. Women and money are the two sides of the same coin, you can wait a lifetime for them, but the very moment they are with you, you can’t decide what to do with it. But the only difference is that the former heats you up faster than fire and the later chills you faster than a refrigerator.
I decide to buy a beer, to get myself forget all the disturbances my simple school life had faced lately. Beer was more than just a drink for me. To be precise, it was liquid syrup which could cure every problem of my mind. I put the bottle in my bag and raced my bicycle to my playground, where I sat alone with my only companion, the beer bottle, and with nobody around to disturb I felt as if in heaven.
The drink trickled down my quenched throat. It was a much needed stimulant to unwind my messed up life that had encountered lots of tribulations throughout my life.
The night was declared; I had to return home by ten’.
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