Crying in the bathroom, eating less food or unwanted medicines so that I can get sick and go home, pretend to be sick so that my mom will call me home.
But no one asked me why I wanted to go home. Why I do not want to stay in the hostel.
I was totally different from other boys, I was not cool, I did not like to play outdoor games, I did not know how to make friends. In short, I was very introvert and very much attached to my mom that my heart completely broke when I was sent to the hostel.
There was no chance I could go home. Maybe whatever I did was a heinous crime. Yes, love & friendship with a girl was a crime in our society.
In school, I had no friends. From childhood, I stammered and now I was in class 9 but my problem still persisted. I was always bullied in school and now here you can understand my plight in the hostel.
It all started when I started to develop feelings towards a senior of our school. She was in class 9 and I in 8. I don’t know why but whenever I used to see her I felt a sense of confidence in myself. I dressed for her so I could look good, whenever I passed beside her used to pound faster.
Maybe.. I .. was… in… LOVE.
But come on, I was only 14 years old.
So, the winter vacation came and I planned to confess to her but maybe my way of sending a message to her was too old fashioned.
What could have I done? There was no mobile phones at those time. I wrote a letter to her in admirable calligraphy and sent it through my privately appointed messenger.
But alas ! the messenger delivered it to her mother.