Feelings

“Did I ask, unaskable?”  Mannat asked Sam. “Normally, the answer of your question would be, Yeah, it is askable . But in this case, it's different.” Sam replied. “Why? I mean, I just asked his name” Mannat said “Like formally.” Sam took long breath. He knew the reason. “Well.” Mannat continued “I won’t ask him again but you can always tell me his name.” Sam nodded. “Then tell me. What’s in a name? Why he behaved so awkward?” Mannat asked again. “Do you know who said that?” Sam queried. “What? Who said what? Clear yourself.” “Do you know who said, What’s in a name?” Sam cleared his-self. “Yeah, I know. It’s Shakespeare.  And I remember that quote, too. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet .” She tried to sound the way Romeo would say. “You, read?” “Sometimes.” Mannat  said  and asked “Anyway, what was the reason behind that Shakespearean question?” “You got his name.” “What?”  Said Mannat. Eyes wide open. “Yeah, It is wha...

Time Flies. Seconds after Hours after Days after Weeks. The boy still couldn't found a way to communicate with Mannat. He was not like a stalker or something. He just never had the courage to begin. And then one day.... He was at the parking, waiting for Sam to come. Normally, Sam and the boy come together but something came up to sam. So, boy was told to wait there. He saw mannat coming. Goosebumps. Sweat. Anxiety. She parked right after the boy's bike. Red scooter . he noticed. Until that day, he witnessed the beauty only in class. She comes little late, leaves little early. Actually, saying Mannat, late, would be little harsh. Maybe it was punctuation. Anyway, boy glanced, so did Mannat. Boy smiled. Hesitation. So did Mannat. And then, she gone. Wish remained wish . Standing there, the boy only wished something more to happen. Never the less, there was something for the boy to be happy, to rejoice. At least they exchange looks, they exchanged sm...