Glimpse

I get scared of life, sometimes. I don't know why life is like this. Always, we want something, we accomplish it and it goes away after some time. Yeah, nothing is permanent in the life, but is it true about love, and what is temporary then? Not even love!? How can it be temporary if it last forever? How this stuff works? What do I do if everything goes away in life? What do we do if nothing remains? Should I die or death will come automatically? The answers of these questions are not important. I don't know what is important in life. What is important in life? Is it dying for loved ones or is it living for them? What is important, is it caring for someone, or to be careless for someone? You don't need to find these answers, life will give them. Yeah it will, it will, but you have to wait for it, you have to wait for the person, who will give the answers, and then you will be question less, you will have a meaning in life. How? Yeah, I will tell you. 

 I remember when I first read my book, nah I am not that old, its just last year. The book was famous the alchemist. That book used to be my friend's, and he would lend me that for every weekend when he didn't read. so I used to read his book, I loved it so much that I started collecting and actually buying them. That book opened up the world of fiction in front of me. Nope, I am not going to review the book right now in another book. After paolo Coelho I started reading Rick Riorden and I read them all. He actually turned me into book reader because it was so interesting. Nah, I didn't achieve anything in my life but lost so much. As everything has plots in it, probably my story also has some plots in it. Like my die hard friends, my only love and at last my parents. Of course nobody forgets their parents. Nobody should. They have gave life to you, its different that it was their mean joy of having sex but its ok. That's not the point. Or nothing is the point. So int his story or novel or whatever it is, it is so random man. Ooh, so this random thing is my story, the story of those two months, no I am not too old. I am just turned 20 last month. Wait why am I writing this, I don't know. It starts with my birth……

Nope I am not going that far because at that time there was nothing interesting in my life because I was technically in a poor family. But you know what dear reader, when you are a silver spoon child life seems too hard. Because that child has got everything that he or she demanded. So I realized being poor was good later in life. Once again I am not too old so I am just 20. Fast forwarding to 11th grade in which I was in military school. I was just mad about getting in Secret service and serve the nation with pride and carry forward the legacy of my grandfather. But unfortunately I didn't get into it in first attempt. So that disappointment turned into desperate need of success. So the desperate ambition of getting higher grades in the study column of my career, I had so low grades, turned my life into beautiful pen drive. Which can only record certain amount of data, and that's why I went to my native village. Which was not practically a village. You can call it a town. There was the man who was very best at teaching everything to students of 11th and 12th grade, who was my father's best friend when they were the same age. So I went there and it was my native place, my mom's home. So my uncle live there. I lived there before my exams, which hardly 2 months, not those two months were like, I hope they were like eternity. But as I said so I didn't have big 1TB hard drive but just 2gb pen drive. And my life changed or I would rather say my life has got something new chapter in this book. 

I started attending the classes, I tried to cope up with them. As I said so I was her for just a crash course so I tied to cope up with them. And on day one when the lecture was going, someone special entered in the class. You will think someone special would be a girl, and my suggestion is clear 'nope'. He was a boy, you probably wondering like I am gay or something but no I am not. He was the most genius student of our class, and he was my best friend. Now this was my native place so you know some friends has to there of me. So this was my best friend and he knew everything. He has got everyone's phone number including girls. So I high fived him and we sat together and another wonderful thing happened in class. Yes you are right, this time it was a girl. She was average girl's height. First came her shoes. They were pink. And I thought, oh this is good. Then her jeans tight fit. I don't know how in the small town people are so lovely looking. She was not so thin not so fat like medium. She was wearing white t shit and pink jacket. She was wearing a star shaped pendent on her neck. Her color was not so white but medium, and more white than me. She has some kind of shy smile. She was looking downwards while crossing our bench and going to seat on the second bench. Her eyes, they were ocean blue, how this masterpiece can be buried deep inside this village? I was confirmed by myself that day that beauty is in village but in cities. The eyebrows were perfectly threaded. The hair were blond. Of course they were. And that face was extremely beautiful. I can't forget that smile and that extremely gorgeous face in in any other life. 

So she sat on the two seats ahead of us. "who is she?", I asked my friend, "and why no one is watching her, I mean is there something wrong or what?"

But I was drifted away by the thought of those ocean blue eyes, my mom had them. Those eyes reminded me of mom. My mom was the most beautiful person in the world. Dad said she was beautiful, so God called up her in the sky. That was changed when I got old. I wanted to question god, I wanted to not to believe in him. But I couldn't bring back mom. She died. Permanently died, in a car crash. My dad lost in the depression, I would say lost because, there was nothing coming in response from him. So he died last year of calling out my mom's name. yeah, so much tragedy. I want to meet the god, and want to ask him about this all, but…

"Hey, what man?" snapped my friend, "you asked a question and you don't even hear it."

 "sorry" I said, " what was that again?" But I was truly lost in thought of my parents, my real parents.

"Her name is Emily Norton." answered my friend, "and she is weird"

"why?" I asked. Now I was having full attention of him.

"you will see." Answered Robert.

Oh come on. Now I have to think about why she is weird. And now I can attend the class very peace minded. Is that a word? I don't know. So I got up and went to her seat. And asked her permission to seat next to her.

"No you can't, I don't care what you do just go anywhere else." She snapped.

"um, okay." I frowned.

So that was it, and I got confirmed that she is little bit of weird. Honestly, I don't really care, I just wanted to speak to her. I wanted to take bath deep inside her ocean blue eyes. But this first conversation, she didn't even looked up. I went back near Robert. 

He frowned. "ha, so how was that? I warned you not to do that. She is psycho."

"wait- what?" I asked.

"yes she is psycho. And she attempted suicide, or I will say she attempts suicide every week. And last month she attempted it 4 times."

"oh come on. That's not true, is it?"

"yes its true."

"but why?"

"I don't know man. I think something is going on in her life."

The thought of dying drifted back to my memories of dad. Yeah I forgot to tell you. He did suicide. So everything related to the dying is always drifted towards dad and then it comes back to my mom. Why she had to die? Why there is always most lovely people in my life are taken away from me. I am going to change it, at whatever cost.

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"hey" I asked her. Once again I was expecting the same answer.

"hey. Are you stalking on me?" she said.

"Hell no. why would you think that. I am just going home."

"I just, whatever. Where do you live?"

She asked me a question. She asked me where I live. I am feeling happy about it. The rays of hope are entering in my heart. Stop, stop. No. don't get too happy, I reminded myself.

"Next street. And couple of blocks down from there."

"oh, I also live there."

Okay. Should I ask her to get going? Or should I ask her to come along? I don't know. 

"um, okay." I nearly choked. "I am also going there, do you mind joining me with you?" or I can get there by myself on my bike. I usually travel on my bike. My cycle. On Sunday I go to class in my uncle's car. Yeah, even on Sundays we had classes. 

"No, I don't mind. I don't care."

Is it yes or no, I thought? Because then she would be mad. But why I am so thinking about it. I don't know. And she went on. She stopped after some time.

"Are you coming?" she yelled.

On that moment my heartbeat was racing 500 miles per hour. I was the happiest person on the whole planet. Only for that moment. So I ran to her.

"Yes, oaky."

I don't remind coming any word from my mouth. So we walked into silence. There was no car on a road. Sometimes I think why town roads are that silent. So dead silence. I dared to ask the question.

"So what is your name?" I lied. I know it sounds weird. But I wanted her to believe that I know her first time. A complete hopeless stranger.

"You know it. Why you ask me that you already know?" she answered. And questioned.

"No. I don't know. Why would I know?" I lied, again.

"Robert must've told you."

"Why would I ask Robert?"

"He is your best friend. You were here when you were little." How can she know? Nobody from our friend gang was not present in that town. Everyone was somewhere in another city. Doing their jobs or in colleges. Just Robert was here because he wanted to go in a good college. So he wanted to take extra coaching. I started thinking about the name Emily Norton. Was it familiar? I don't remember. I was thinking hard on that and then she asked. 

"We are here. So bye. See you tomorrow."

"Wait."

I ran towards her once again. I was one block later than her. She was heading towards the door. The house was pretty much average. It was a two story villa. Everybody got a villa in this town. 

"What are you going to do in evening?" Wait what? I asked her that. Why I asked her that? 

"Why? I do nothing in evening."

"Nothing just asked." Ooh, thank god.

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"Where are you going?" I asked my cousin.

I was at home. My cousin was wearing stockings and football shoes. And I knew where he was going. Because I brought my shoes with me. Our house was very covered from bushes. It was very green outside. It was calm. The nature here was very perfect. This town has a river near hill. And that is most beautiful part of town. I loved going there when I was little. I used to go with my friends. 

"To play football." Peter answered. He was an enthusiastic athlete. He was well built to play soccer. And I respect fitness so much. I love football. Peter was 16 and we never had any argument about anything. So he loved me so much. I used to drive car around that hill with him. I did so many things when I came here to my vacation. And football was the most beautiful. He was good at football. He was going to take scholarship for college by playing in there team. 

He offered me to join. I never said no to football in my life and will never say no to it. So we went to the football field. Football was the main game all children played, or I will say everyone played football, even old.