A Promise
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Submitted by psychedelic on 06/30/2008 05:21 PM
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A Promise
We stood under the crimson-green shadow of the bougainvillea arch. Around us,children,perambulators,babies,ayahs and grandmothers-played,creaked,wailed,chatted,and gossiped;in peaceful profusion.
"I don't love you anymore,"she told me,her voice rife with indignation.
"Why,what have I done?"I asked,digging my heels nervously into the soft earth.
"Stop pretending.I saw you sharing your candy with Natasha today.I passed you twice and you didn't even notice me."
"But she asked me for the candy!I couldn't possibly refuse-"
"Besides,your socks are torn,"she smirked,not allowing me to finish.
"I'm really sorry,Anjali.I promise never to share my sweets with anyone else but you.I'll never even look at Natasha or any other girl ever again-if only you'll let me walk you home."
She stood there,thinking.She was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.She had the vivacity of a doe.Her light eyes were the oceans that I drowned in.The wind,making wanton gambols with her hair,nearly took my breath away.
A cold shiver ran down my spine as I toyed with my shirt button,waiting in anticipation for her answer.
"Do you promise never to speak to Natasha again?"she asked,or more appropriately-demanded.
"Promise.I cross my heart and hope to die."
"In that case, you may walk me home from school everyday; and even buy me some cola-occasionally."
I was in love.
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Or maybe not.That was seventeen years ago.I was nine years old ,then,as was Anjali.She was the ‘heart-throb' of the school.I remember how we used to have bets in school as to who would share his tiffin with her at...
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