It is mine second novel and i am sure you will like this....
there is first chapter. i will post other chapters later.
Leaving that and back of her in life
“If winter comes, spring is not far behind”
The poem Ode to the west wind by P.B Shelley was on the way of revision but she was busy in imagining the scene with her in her mind, ignored the English teacher’s disorderly dress up and irritable talks of her classmates on the last bench. She was there but her mind was not.
“Stand up and tell me the meaning of this line dear” teacher asked her from left side.
Teacher asked her second time. She stood with face of irritation.
“Madam it means… when our bad luck is gone then good luck will also come,” she said by taking yawning.
“What’s your admission number dear” teacher asked her in angrily manner.
“I want to go wash room madam” she asked the teacher, ignoring what she asked.
“Miss Sana I asked you something” her anger reached sky.
“Ohhh its 1557 can I go now” Sana told her in low pitch and gone outside the class.
All the students were watching her and thinking how she could do this with madam in this ruthless manner. Every one was just waiting for her entry, stopped whatever they were studying.
She entered and said “madam again don’t disturb me, you know I hate this poem. ”
Eyes of entire class stuck on her and she just ignored all, sat on her seat, and started writing.
Teachers of all the school could not say anything to Sana as if she topped the class every year and they never made out how she could do that.
Nevertheless, time changed, a new teacher stepped in school, may be for her.
The bell rang the students started leaving class.
One student shouted from class 10th C “principal is standing outside the entry gate be careful Sana, Miss Sharma complained against you for whatever you did in class today.”
“Don’t worry Rahul this bullshit school is in my pocket,” she shouted in scared manner towards him.
“Come here Sana” Mrs. Gupta ordered her.
Tears came in her eyes when a hard full of meat hand touched her cheek hardly.
“I called your parents tomorrow and I slapped you for your today’s behavior, now get lost.” Principal warned her by drew out her eyes towards her, if you see the eyes of evil then the simile were there.
She was going to her home but her mind was not. She was suffering from the dilemma of love and friendship, unable to control the feelings of heart, trapped in the awkward condition of her own world.
“Wait a minute” Jenny shouted on the way.
“What Happen?” she asked her past friend.
“I want to talk with you Sana” she cleared her intensions.
“About what” she enquired in a lazy manner.
“About you dear, you changed yourself, what’s going on tell me entire?” she requested her.
“Ok but don’t tell anyone else, you are my past best friend and I also want to talk,” she told her.
“So which place we can talk Sana” she asked her.
“At our place where we spend our lot time” she said.
The place where I lost, the place where I matured, place where you and I separated, place where I cried, place where I studied, place where I met him.
Back the police station of GK-I, the place called Delhi Café. Place, where you could find every person means boys to girls from every household go there for coffee, for friends and most important thing for loneliness. In this point, you could find out many girls and boys having hookah with full passion. Cheap coffee and snacks was attraction for studying students. In India, studying students who had just their pocket money for their extra enjoyment always find a cheap place, the Delhi Café was best for Delhi’s student that time.
“So we reached Sana at our place,” Jenny informed her while coming out from three-wheeler.
“I can see Jenny, have eyes not buttons,” she told her.
“Make two coffees Ramu” Jenny ordered him.
Jenny called Ashu Ramu because of his personality of a villager in the city.
“And make dark coffee” she confirmed the order.
“So tell Sana your all problems in a short story. I will help you if I can” she said her in swift.
“Jenny story is too long but I will tell you only the tribulations,” she said her.
“Ok begin,” she requested.
“First of all I want to tell that I love someone but my parents will not allow me to marry with him because they may be doesn’t like him I think. I am dismal of this all, I can study and do what I want but I can’t marry him in future then my life will be in mess of this bloody system made by our ancestors. People made me the addict of sleeping pills Jenny, I did none thing with them but they always discriminated me from everywhere and I, Sana did not be able to sleep and started taking sleeping pills and now the stage come I will die if I don’t not leave them. Problems come in life is good but when they come in uncontrollable manner then, they will seems an unsolved mystery like the Bermuda triangle. In our age, we should play, study and learn new things in life. On the contrary what I am doing, this all dear. Problems are like the disease, which can be cure, but the medicine is very expensive, which take life’s time. Nevertheless, they will come numerous in life. I and you separated because of feeling of jealousy, please come back Jenny, I want you in my life again as a best friend” She finished by taking deep breath.
“Sana gives me your bag now,” Jenny said in mystifying manner.
“For what Leave it” she asked her.
“Give Me,” she said again.
From the back, she removed her bag and transferred it to the Jenny.
I know she will take my pills from the bag and take promise. I will do if she insists me to do because she was my best friend and after him never make other. She wants to help and I want help.
The people around them not noticing what they were talking, drug was showing its effect on them. They were sitting in the corner of the café. Sana, who had slim body, brown eyes in the dominant of black and brown eyes and a face which look like a newborn baby’s.
‘What is this Sana, from now you will never take these pills. I know it is difficult but you have to do at any cost dear. Be cool yar as if you are the president of Delhi’ Younger Club and our school’s Cool Club’ she said.
‘Ok Jenny I will not take it again but don’t leave me again because of fame of president’s seat’ she cleared her throat and said.
‘I promise’ she said.
‘Let’s leave this place our parents must be waiting’ Sana said.
“I am happy because I got my friend back and leaving my addiction. I was imagining our time of play and many naughty things in English period just made me happy for sometime there.”
Addiction
I took it in just a swift it gave me the pleasure.
I am sorry cant leave for a fake is sure,
Sorry I cannot be able to control it.
It gave me the pleasure you cannot try to give me.
When it goes in vein slow and slow gives enjoyment,
Then the world of yours appear is sure.
None wants back ticket, as all know truth never fake,
Again, I come in the real world of graveyards of grey beards.
I am sorry I cannot leave it for a fake.
Accept it as it real like the world of human beings.
Hands, legs, head have no place to sit,
So let them move but not for a mistake.
I did and still guilty for which, did that night,
I was not in control of me, so I ruined myself.
I am a student with the addiction of drug,
I will leave it for mine dynasty.
I understood what meant by addiction in shake,
I took that and request you to not to take,
Just in a shake, it will ruin your life to extinguish.
Wowowowow I am leaving it.
