BOOK 1: Page 22, Para 2

Painting by Jen Eclipse
Painting by Jen Eclipse

Members of the alumni body, the teaching staff, the non teaching staff and even the principals of both the schools were waiting for the show to begin. I was not interested in delaying my exit. With my decorous school blazer on my shoulders I left the limelight in search of some peace, but the chilly air and the lonely road wasn’t comforting either. The hostel doors opened as I showed the gate keeper my special permission letter. I ignored the “Awe’s” and “oh’s” as I passed by the common room. Who would have imagined my dream year in Doon High would have such a pity Christmas? Climbing the stairs to my room was a herculean task and once atop I collapsed into my bed of sorrows. No dinner, no sweets, and no change of clothes. I was the laughing stock for over a week. Although I was bothered by their jibes but it never interfered with my focus on either studies or sports. The roots of my depression were not as shallow as their opinions. What they thought of me wasn’t important. What I had made out of myself was…


Her touch was velvety but I felt such a profound ingress that it not only touched my neck, my lips but also a part whose utility was hitherto unheard off. There was a tumbling in my tummy. It was quiet similar to the weightlessness experienced during take-off, although it might be more appropriate to compare it with the exhilaration felt on a roller-coaster’s drop. For the first time in my life I could feel something below my belly. Even after the most vivid memories of that night have come to fade, I still recall the nose that pierced my shoulder. And I have been searching thenceforth. Most people will not tell you that a person’s prejudice towards beauty, nature or comportment has its roots firmly grounded in a surreal experience. But I will describe the seed-sowing ceremony of my fascination with noses in great detail.

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