I saw her walking on the corridor. She wore a yellow churidar and seemed pretty tough, yet gentle from inside. She was carrying the books which were for correction. Yes, she was a teacher in my school. I couldn’t stop staring at her, but I was supposed to move, as my friends were pushing me to play. I was only in 6th then. She looked at me, she saw me, smiled and walked.
I didn’t know her name, which I was searching for desperately. But for the next two weeks, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Everyday I used to go to school, to get one glance of her. She didn’t know me, I tried several ways, but none succeeded. I prayed to god, that she be my teacher for the next year. But all prayers in vain. I used to make one or the other excuse to find her, and look at her. But years passed by. I changed my school, deeply hurt for not getting a chance to talk to her and make her realize my existence. She didnt even know my name. I knew, I just had an hour to look at her as much as I want for the one last time. I was in the staff room unnecessarily talking to other teachers. But the time had come, that I had to leave. That was when she touched me on my right shoulder gently, and asked me to get her some chalk pieces from the office. I was on cloud nine, but I knew that this was just a false happiness that I was undergoing, as she still didn’t know me, for her I was just another random student in the school.
Its been 10 years now, and It took me 10 years to understand, and control my emotions and feelings for her, as this Love is not encouraged in the society, I am a girl, and this is the only reason why I wish I were a boy. But still she has no clue about me, or my love for her, nor does she know my name. whatever be it, even though I know, I will have to spend the rest of my life with her in my heart. and hiding my love, and depriving myself from the love of my life.
Only hoping that, If I have another birth, I want to be with her.
I love you
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