My Nest
“Is it my first Kiss? It should be more romantic as we see in movies. It is my first kiss and I don't have any type of sensation. What will I tell when my grandson or granddaughter ask me about experience and……..” Hundreds of questions like these are bombarding my mind.I opened my eyes slowly. His hand is on my cheeks. My lips are wet and his too. I feel that the temperature of my body is increasing and I am trying to hold him tightly,but...
“Which book are both of you searching?”Nikku whispers and we are parting.
“Romeo and Juliet book” Rohit whispers with naughty smile.
“Do you want to Ms. Desuja Mam help you?”Nikku say.
“I don’t and Sejal I will message you”
I am Sejal kumari and I am perusing Bachelor’s degree in computer Application from Bangluru. My family consists of Papa, Mummy and Brother Amit. I have two best buddies Nikku and Gaurav. Rohit is my boyfriend .As every relationship has ups and down which makes it strong, so is ours.
We met in Delhi Public School, Surat when we were in 10th std. My father works in police department. The nature of his job is such that we need to move to a new location every two to three years. When I had shifted in Gujrat, things were difficult for me. Before that, my father was posted in Delhi for three years and there was huge culture difference between both states. I felt so lonely here, because in a teenagers’s life friends are more important than family. Adolescence is the turning point of our life. During this phase we are like caterpillars change into tiny butterflies. I keep myself busy playing with my brother, who was only three years old. I did not talk with anyone and sat in my garden all day long.I was quite good in studies and extracurricular activities. By dint of my good performance in Delhi Public School Delhi , I got admission easily here . It was the month of December and there was a culture programme at my school.I had selected in group dance. This is where I first met Rohit. He was my dance partner.By the end of the programme I had made new friends. I felt happy around them . I also liked Rohit. His sense of humor was amazing, so I was inclined towards him.
But after few days things started to change. Instead of feeling happiness,I was irritated De facto I was getting possessive about Rohit but he started ignoring me.I was not ready to accept this situation.
I did not want to talk to anyone about this.Neither my family member nor Rohit. I had a feeling that no one would understand my problem. Again, I sat in my garden all day long and tried to console myself.
Suddenly, I saw one baby sparrow had fallen down from its nest .I wanted to save her but her body got dirty.So I went inside my room to took some paper ,with help of that I would put it back in nest .When I came back I saw four birds flew to it one by one and started motivating her to fly.
They started in morning and before dark, the baby sparrow flew back to it’s nest.
This incident dragged me to my destiny. I explained my pain to my mother and father.
Mummy said “First, you are a good girl .you have to keep confidence in yourself when all world is against you .You know yourself better than anyone your friends and family may be change but never change yourself for anyone because you are the best” and she hugged me after saying this.
“Most important always share the feeling , because we are social animals and we can’t solve all problems by ourselves. We always need help.Every bird’s nest is the safest place but it has to fly to see the colours of life. Always have new experiments in life.When you feel tired then come to your nest ,take rest and fly again. your nest may be your own home, best friend’s home or any spiritual Guru.They always help you to assess your self “Papa said
There are the two keys which opened my heart's locked door and I was ready to fly .
when I assessed my problem, I had felt that Rohit was not reason .it was me, because I didn’t want to take care of myself and I hoped that someone else will rescue me and make me happy.De facto, if you want to see the colours of sky then you have to fly. Yet we are together as close friends.
So this time I seek help from my besty Nikk.
“Nikku ,maza nahi aaya kiss me” I called her up at 2:30am
“First bar me kuchh nahi hota.two three time karo fir achha lagega”Nikku told me in her sleepy cracked voice
Her answer eased off my anxiety. I realized that it could happen with everyone and again my life moved forward seeking new experiences.
