A Sequel Of Romance
Chapter 2: Part 3: An abrupt occurence:
Life teaches everyone to struggle. It actually briefed me to strive the hardhip that is pre-destined. With my first decision, I left mom far away from me. She stopped every kind of indulgement in my studies. But her bitter ways did not stop. I was still a prisoner in my own house only guided by restrictions.
If you take any decision and then succeed on that, there is a different kind of amazement you will experience. Same happened with me. My fifth standard result's were much appreciated by teachers. It did not make mom happy. I accepted the fact of my life that was solitude. I started my new classes of sixth standard. My results made me feel much confident. My confidence was doubled with the happiness of meeting Janet.
Janet was admitted in sixth standard. She was a small girl with long hair tied up in an accustomed way. In the very first day of her school we bacame friends. The empty place beside me felt a human presence after a long period. Again the starting of a special bonding. Initially I was a little scared but the confidence pushed me to get rebonded. Our friendhip grew when I accompanied her to explore the schools, the play-grounds, teachers and the school mates on her request.
Though enjoying with school-mates, making friends were never a part of my life but Janet was much jovial. She knew socialism more than I developed. She made me view life from a different perspective. Clearly that was not possible alone.The strings of our friendhip tied up. I started to introduce her to my bizzare world of restrictions and she introduced freedom to me. The freedom which I was in search off. Freedom to talk, to play, to live life on my own will and to be the person I wanted to be.
Janet made me learn to live life again. I started making new friends along with her. The indifferent ways of mom started getting paralyed. Slowly it became insignificant. My unfavourite school play-ground started becoming my choice. The melancholy school rooms became gleeful. I took her once to the playground where I and Clara used to play. It was as usual designed with those un-named flowers. It seemed someone put a magical spell. The spell of nature with her vast beauty. Solitude swept. She became my bestie. In my purple diary, Janet made a vibrant place. I wrote, " I feel the existence of a jubilant mind without fear. The doors are opened by Janet. I will be there always for her. She made life happening for me. " I thought spring arrived trespassing the foggy winter. However, trespassing was easily detected and hence prosecuted...............
