Mistakes We Make...
High school environment is a difficult one to say the least. You make one little, teeny tiny mistake and lo-behold the whole world comes crashing down. You know better than to doubt this. I'm sure everyone has some notches on their belt, not the good ones mind you, but the ones we are especially terrified may come back to haunt our dreams, These awkward mistakes are by definition uncomfortable even when we think about it.
Anyway.. getting to the point, one of the normal, not unique day at school turned out to be more eventful that I would have liked it to be. There is one girl in every class who makes it her personal agenda to raise hell, to destroy lives and make big boys crawl under their desks calling for their mothers. There was one in my third grade class too... "Akriti"
Normally I would leap away in the other direction whenever she walked down the hallway, but sometimes she caught up.This one day I somehow got myself involved in something that people in their mind would never even think of doing. I dealt with the devil, I risked my existence, I spat in the face of all that is intelligent in this material world. I started playing Truth-Dare with her. Her question was simple... "Which girl in the class, did I have a crush on?"
The first day I was in third grade,I remember noticing that there was a new, very pretty girl in the class—someone who hadn’t been part of my high school world the last two years. Her name was Trisha and within an hour, she felt like the reason I existed.
When you’re eight, there aren’t really any actionable steps you can take when you have fallen in love.’ There’s just that incorporeal feeling tugging at the recesses of your mind. That’s a part of your life,day in and day out, and that’s that.
When the demon asked me the question during that god-forsaken game it was a no-brainer. “Trisha.”
I was still new to being a human and didn’t realize that the only socially acceptable answer was, “No one.”
The second I answered, the inexplicably untolerable girl ran toward other students, telling each one, “Harsh has a crush on Trisha!” Everyone I knew made fun of me. Insults flew at me between bouts of laughter. Some boys remained silent knowing full well, they could have easily been in my position. I on the other hand, was finished. Life was over.
If Trisha knew what a restraining order was, I have no doubt she would have gone with that strategy.