A Sequel Of Romance
Chapter 2
Part-1
An involuntary compulsion:
I started my new life eroding my freedom in the rush of life.
I was eight when I stepped into the world of urbanization. We moved to our well decorated apartment bought by Dad. It was well furnished. But not the way I thought it would be. I was admitted to a renowned school where imperfection was abandoned.
The day I stepped into the large assembly hall of my school I could hear a voice from inside telling me "Tiara, just go back. Return to Ady". The voice was stopped by the frown of mom who dragged me inside the polished school room. Days passed. My struggle increased to dominate my hidden will. My weekends passed looking at the sky scapers, crowded street, the smoke filled chimneys and reading Ady's letter.
I wanted to see the vast sky and the paddy fields but it was difficult. On my way to school there was a small playground beautified by lots of un-named flowers and small plants. I consoled myself with that as the school playground appeared to be a precious masterpiece to me which should be handled with caution. Carefree was not the word to accommodate there.
Mom was my only tutorial to help me with studies from childhood. However her stern ways were an unfortunate disappointment for me. My first semester's results were not so pleasant for mom neither her reactions to that was considerable for an eight year's old child. Mom's severity engraved a sudden stimulation within me. An unwanted impulse developed evolving fear and solitude. I could not make new friends as I was busy understanding the blabbering of my excited mind.
After six months, I met Clara, my first friend. Like other child I got an opportunity to share. With due course of time Clara became the rest of my mind. We drew and fabricated an explainable relation of friendship.
The painting smashed. Suddenly she stopped coming to school. Everyday I waited. But the place beside me was left emptied. Soon final exams came. Clara did not turn up as she was admitted to a new school because of her father's transferable job. I indulged myself though forcefully in the heavy world of maths, history, science and the tormenting ways of tutorial insisted by mom.
Somewhere inside the little Tiara became insignificant. She kept on shouting, "find Ady and Clara. Take them to your world of hide and seek. Hold them tight till you are tired enough to loosen your grip. Never let them go". The scream soon ceased with the first decision I took. The unwilling instinct turned out to be a child's revolution within me. In this wrestle, the persons conflicted me were mom and my ownself. My revolution became the compulsion to save me from the ordeals of life...........
