Kaksha Panchvi

It was here, the guys were dreading this day. I am not sure what girls were thinking. They must have had their apprehension.

Our class teacher had been angry at us for over week now, the feud between boys and girls had reached a new high. She entered the room and executed her plan. From now on, boys and girls will sit together. She said with such glee, it hardly seemed a punishment. For her, it wasn't, for us it was. Until it wasn't.

I was standing at my desk, waiting for someone to come. I had a few names, I wished they never show up at my desk. And they didn't. Shivam, my seatmate shifted back and Shubham was in front of my desk. I found this seating arrangement assuring. Now the wait was of a girl to come and sit with me. Nisha came toward my desk, my heart sank and I muttered, It doesn't matter. She looked over her shoulder as she crossed my desk and sat with Shivam. That was hilarious! Shivam, the shortest guy of our class sharing his seat with one of the tallest girls. I don't remember who sat with Subham, but whoever it was, he wasn't happy. As I was focusing on other people and glee of a few guys who didn't have to share their seat. The sex ratio of India had favored any guy for the first time. As I brought back my attention to my seat. I was taken aback. Hitler was sitting next to me, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling. Hitler was not her real name,. The guys had started to call her after she has knocked out one of the guy's tooth in 2nd class. That was badass, and it had scared many. Including me. Her attitude fanned the name too. I gulped down my fear and sat next to her. I looked at her and smiled. Why did I? Because I had a huge crush on her. In that whole seat change fiasco, I was the lone winner.

She sat on the right and I used to glimpse over her face. For me, she was the comeliest girl. There were many in the class but for me, she was the one. Apart from being attractive, she was monitor, a good student and teacher's favorite. What more a 5th class boy wants from their dream girl? She used to let me copy from her notebooks, and resolve my doubts. Sometimes I asked for the sake of chatting to her. She answered everything, seldom with a grunt, but she invariably did.

She was left-handed, and I was right-handed. And she took all the space available on the desk to write neatly. I too did the same, it was just I was tall and the desk was tiny. Our elbows used to bump, and I flustered every time and gave a weak smile to her. It was ridiculous but it gave me butterflies. I used to think, this is the only time I am going to come in contact with her.

Class 5th was one of the best class, I never missed a day. And everything was just nice. Hitler made it nice. We never sat together after 5th, we hardly talked. I moved out of school in 7th. I don't have the regret of not telling her my feelings then, it's just we never even became good friends. That was just a different time. Anyway, I would like to thank Pramila Gupta ma'am for making this story possible. Hitler too, who we called Masaakali too, this nickname agreed to her personality.