Chapter 3 Mohindergarh Summers of 1987 Teachers colony.....yes this was the name of a small colony of hardly 20 houses in a small town in hinterland of Haryana.Most houses of the colony were owned by teachers so over a period people started it calling Teachers Colony.Ours was a family of 3.My father tought English in local govt.college and my mother was a school teacher.These teachers r very special people.They want to fulfill all their unfullfilled dreams through their children.Or may be,they r the ones who understand the importance of education most in the society ,they r like that but study,study and study was the only theme in my colony.Its said ,Children go to school....... children run to home.But it was not true in our case.We never ran to home.For us going from school to home was like shifting from one jail to other where we were forced to study.Most teenagers of my colony felt themselves as victims of intense parental survillience and i was not the exception.5 to 6 in evening was the only time when we were allowed fresh air and the boys of the colony used to play cricket in the small ground situated at the centre of colony.It was not actually a ground. Rather it was a big piece of disputed land.The owners of which thankfully never did construction on that.But it was no less then Wankhede stadium for us. The house opposite to us was a double story house.On ground floor lived a retired teacher couple and the first floor was usually on rent.Only condition of the land lord was that tenent must be a teacher.Teachers were supposed to be a good tenents.... mild species with asured and timely rent every month.Tenents changed every year or so.And every year we had new friends while those who left the house got added to our list of pen friends. One summer afternoon there was a lot of noise coming from opposite house.We knew its time to greet new neighbours.It was around 4pm when the doorbell rang.Me being the only child in the house was supposed to open the door like a well trained chowkidar.My job was to receive the guest first,and i loved that job of mine.That day when i opened the door,it wasnt a usual procedure.That day my life changed completely.I was never the same after that day. I still remember the dress of the tall girl whom i received that evening.In red long skirt and white cotton top ,a girl who looked around 15 was standing in front of me.She wore small spects which were perfectly complementing her long face.Eyes sparkling like two tiny stars...hairs arranged in a ponny tail ,sharp and long nose,very fair complexion....she looked like a little fairy. Hi....i m Simmy, she introduced herself without hesitation while i was inspecting her from top to bottom like a moron. We are your new neighbours,she said pointing towards the opposite house. Oh....I m Raj...nice to meet u. We shook hands and trust me it was the best hanshake of my life ever.The warmth of her soft hands transferred an electric sensation down my spine. I still dont understand the reason of that divine feeling....pubertal hormonal surge was not the only reason i am sure because it never happened to me in past how beautiful the hands had been. Milk.....?she perhaps had said but I was totally lost. Hey...u there?She asked flashing her right hand in front of my face. Could you provide me some milk for tea....we have just landed and there is no shop around.I only came to my senses when she asked second time for milk. Oh...sure, and as i turned around to go to kithen,i slipped on the spilled water on floor,and very next moment i was lying on floor on all four limbs staring at the ceiling fan. I hurt myself badly.Tears came rolling from corners of my eyes but i had heard,Boys dont cry...specially when a beautiful girl is around. In fraction of a second i stood up like a well trained NSG commando and resumed my journey to kitchen.I noticed the naughty smile on her face which she could not hide from me while i handed over a bowl of milk to that lovely lady.She left my house.The pleasant fragrance she left was a consolation for my severly aching back.I spent rest of the evening recalling my first encounter with this pleasant visitor while mom applied Iodex to my back.
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