The Tale
“Err... could I just borrow your notebook? Ma’am said u got a good handwriting!!” with a little hush in his flirts tone. “Oh sure you can have it, unless u keep it safe not to be rude, he he”, she said, wasn’t a joke after all, she has her thinking like guys with such tone are not responsible with things.
Keith, a very thin fine mamma’s kind of boy who had flunked deliberately in his French class assessments, so that his dad would join him in Elisa madam’s tuition, which was the boys and gals party place. Every other weekend turns out to be a party class for the birthday students of that week. Eventually every weekend class there’s party on.
2 days back
Keith had made sure of his hair, his style of carrying the single strapped bag, he said to himself, ‘in a minute, a flock a girls are going to see u, so make the best of impressions’. He called it flocks ‘cause he loves bird-watching. Looking at himself like a perfectionist rang the bell. He didn’t make any imagination of how the flat or room or whatever beyond the door would look like. All that was going in his mind was a maid or the ma’am would open the door which will lead him to the intro of all birds in there. The flirt-thirsty Keith pulled his desperate thoughts down and waited for the door to be opened.
Glutch!!! The door had opened ajar, his jaw almost dropped ground down seeing her gleaming eyes, soft toned fine skin, shiny hair with a silky texture which she had tied a pony of an inch above that smooth neck. He couldn’t differentiate which was softer, her eyes or those glossy lips. The lips wearing a casual smile had matched the pink broad stripes on her white t-shirt for the blue jean frock down her knees. She looked remarkably tall compared to other birds. Her lips would kiss his chin on a toe to toe hug.
Chained down all these thoughts to get pulled out of getting himself mesmerized by her, he couldn’t control though, he still managed to flicker his eyes off from her and searched for the huge figure in the student crowd to find his new tutor, Mrs. Elisa cherian.
Before he could see her, just a second after he stepped in and got mesmerized, he heard a soft but a little older voice, “Ahhan!! So you must be Keith...” She dint even wait for him to nod a ‘yes’, she continued “...Well, boys and girls this is Keith, Vicky’s classmate from adis “, he wondered how she knew that he was Vicky’s classmate. All that he did was smile till he was asked to settle himself.
She was surrounded by a group of five including the pink T gal. The tutor asked him to settle among the group of 5 surrounding her. There was nerd looking girl writing stuff on the board and the whole crowd was sticking on to their notebooks copying it all down, except for the five, in which 3 were birds. He pulled in a chair to the group and found himself a place between the ma’am and the pink T gal. He still dint know her name. Mrs. Cherian said these people were also newly joined, so he got to be attending the basics along with them. He was joyous over the feeling that the gal was one among those attending basics along.
The basics, he knew everything the ma’am was teaching so he had some mind-space left to admire at those elegant fingers writing down every word the ma’am would utter. It was very clear she wasn’t sighting any guys around nor was she interested in Keith as he was on her. Well, Keith had high hopes.
He’s been rehearsing within himself various situations that he could make up to speak with her. Starting trouble, he had it like any other desperate guys did, not that he was so desperate, but was decently desperate. Time to time, he had answered few questions his ma’am poised to the group to make sure he dint spoil his name in the first day of the class itself.
The two hours class came to an end, so did his imaginative rehearsals but not the mesmerized effect on him.
Not a single situation was he able to put up after the class, there were two reasons, one- he was surrounded by his school guys and getting intro to other gals in the batch, two- he dint posses much guts to do that, which indeed was the actual reason.
The following day in the school he was looking for her among every girl crowd that went passed by him. Not even in one was she found. He looked at every girl’s fingers, but none as delicate as her, every other eyes, but none as gleaming as her it was, every other lips, but none as glossy as her , of her he had portrayed as soft as fur.
The rehearsals kept flowing in his mind. The beauty kept wandering in it. The two days to school was very hard for him. His heart pounded harder thinking of her. He said to himself, ‘Dude! You’re in love’. But he realized he wasn’t too dumb nor was he too smart to confirm it a love so soon. He waited for the second day.
The next day, the second day, he looked into his watch, it showed 6pm, and by this time he is supposed to be in front of the mirror checking out on how good he looks for the 6.30 class. He was already in class at 6 itself, hoping if she might have also come early, so as to facilitate himself to execute one of his many rehearsals. But to his misfortune, there were two too geeky girls boasting on their test papers. He couldn’t bear a word they were talking, for him it wasn’t any talking but just some uttering.
Shutting his eyes, he played his newly found pleasure, imagining situations in which she speaks with him. The hall has now started to gain momentum, with more number of students entering.
The class had begun, he was afraid if she hadn’t come that day. It was after 5 minutes, the unlocked door opened wide, and so did his smile. It was her. All the guys right in were looking at her as if the eighth wonder has been revealed for viewing. He felt the wrath for these guys from him.
The class continued. He sat in the place as he was in the last class, between her and Mrs.Cherian. It was the right time to implement his plan. He dropped his pen down deliberately by mistake. He made sure it fell near her. She took his pen and handed it over with a slight smile. ‘Step 1 success’ he thought to himself. He considered himself to be the luckiest guy on earth for having seated next to her. The two hours had come to an end.
The class started grouping into gangs and indulged themselves in their own conversation. She started to zip up her bag and got ready to leave. He had planned to abstain from his friends, but a sudden thought stuck within him. Even if he tried to abstain, she shouldn’t be with any girls. With the thought came the idea.
He hesitated to speak, but strained a “hey” and continued “Err... Could I just borrow your notebook? Ma’am said u got a good handwriting!!” with a little hush in his flirts’ tone. “Oh sure you can have it, unless u keep it safe not to be rude, he he”, she said, wasn’t a joke after all, she has her thinking like guys with such tone are not responsible with things.
And so he got the spark he wanted, the gas went flowing, and the flirt in him went bright burning.
