Did she really loved me....? Part-8

 Another guy in picture...villain?

  My mom, Reviera Gonsalves and father Adam Gonsalves, people say were a perfect couple. Both ready to do anything for each other. Dad's toes were always on a move for his business consignments. He wanted to prove himself as a successful Catholic diamond businessman. Many people teased him when he dared to enter this unknown world of a precious allotrope of carbon. Dad used to say, this business is never stable, it always a carries a high optical dispersion, ability to disperse light of different colors the basic property of a diamond. Mom during her initial days had low work load so was back home on eve hours. She used to get bored alone. After I was born, a maid was kept to look after me, as even mom couldn’t fetch quality time for me from her office assignments. Even the clock could not decide my parents’ home arriving time. This led to small sparks whenever they met, which further converted into major tiffs. I grew-up in this chaotic and quarrel filled environment.

     It was mid of January 1994 when, my parents came to a point of separation, which was mutually agreed for benefit of each other’s life. But that did not meant they did not love each other, but the only thing they missed was to think about me, my education, my future. It was also decided by them that after my SSC exams, I would be staying on monthly-basis with each of them. Their separation gave a massive blow to me, which I never discussed with anyone, it probably ruptured those valuable senses that help tender brains in concentrating on studies. Somehow I managed to reach till my tenth standard, but it became more and more difficult for me concentrate on studies, I became more aggressive in nature and busted out on anyone in my way. My first semester results were out, I failed drastically in all my subjects. This has never happened in history of my school that a girl has ever failed in all the subjects. Principal raised concern and asked my parents to meet personally. My parent’s busy schedule failed to attend even that. Another aghast moment for me. I broke down. I cried, I wept, I fought with myself alone.

     I never had friends in school, rather I never made any. I was alone in class during recess time. That day, 'Raj Nanjanduppa'. I immediately looked at Alma's face, after hearing word ‘Raj’. I was moved back, or rather didn’t feel good with that indigestible male name uttered by her. She wanted to continue further but tried to hide the eye contact with me the moment she saw me looking into her eyes. She continued, Raj the head-boy of the school and brightest student in my class, came to class during the break time while I was seated alone in the class. He looked at me and smiled. I reverted with a smile. He took for what he came to class but while leaving the class asked me, whether I would like to join him.  I said no to him, he thought for a moment then came and sat next to me. I don’t know how but I was able to gel very quickly with him. It was after 2-3 years that someone had shared thoughts and affection with me. I giggled on his stupid wrangled jokes and comments.  He completely galvanized me with his charisma. I felt good. I went home with a smile that day.

    Alma guessed my uncomfortableness and tried to change the topic.'Ohh crap, sorry Varun, I didn't even asked you for a cup of tea or snack's, she said and stood up. I shook my head to demonstrate my strong negative reply to the offered tea and snacks. How would I be able to gulp it down my throat vessel, when the girl you like the most, chants the praise series of some other guy name that to in front of you. I asked her to move ahead with the topic, though difficult, but I had no option.    

    She continued further. Raj and I shared these light moments everyday  during break. He tried solving many of my study related queries. It was more of loneliness than studies which affected my education Raj used to say. Majority of the talks and quizzes we shared were mathematics and science oriented. We played a different kind of game called 'MemDic', wherein one has to learn a word from the dictionary and ask other person the meaning of that word. Slowly slowly I enjoyed studying, rather I enjoyed when he made it easier for me. Everything seemed easy under his tutelage. It was just few days back that due to my very poor performance the principal doubted whether she would allow me appear for the prelim examination or not. I pleaded to the princi to give me a wild-chance. It was only because of Raj I was allowed to appear.

     My prelim examinations were over. I just cracked it. I scored a mammoth 79.86 percentage. Raj was so happy with my   scores; his eyes gave a replica of a different Alma. It was not only unbelievable for the teachers and princi but to me too. I studied more nicely forgetting all worries of life and tensed environment in the house, just because he liked me scoring good numbers. I scored 82.29 percentages a bit more in my final board exams, Raj as usual scored what a head-boy of a school should score, he topped in the school scoring 91.87 percentage.

     I coughed in between to show my dislike and discomfort of ‘Raj Environment’ created for last fifteen minutes. She offered me a glass of water, actually I wanted to put this water on my head, to wipe-off the Raj name from my memory but satisfied myself by drinking it. It was too heavy dose for me that day. I interrupted her in between and asked her, ‘Where is Raj now?’.

Continued in next release, click below links for all releases till now:

Did she really loved me....? Part-1

Did she really loved me....? Part-2

Did she really loved me....? Part-3

Did she really loved me....? Part-4

Did she really loved me....? Part-5

Did she really loved me....? Part-6

Did she really loved me....? Part-7

Did she really loved me....? Part-8

Did she really loved me....? Part-9

Did she really loved me....? Part-10

Did she really loved me....? Part-11

Did she really loved me....? Part-12

Did she really loved me....? Part-13

Did she really loved me....? Part-14

Did she really loved me....? Part-15[The End]

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