Every small noise was torture to your tender ears. Every song, Chirp, Groan, or even the smallest movement that involved two pair of lips would make you think of how you could be making those kinds of noises if you hadn't lost your voice.
You could be singing gracefully like the songs of the birds you would always hear early in the morning, but the only music you could make were with your fingers as they glided across key after key on a big wooden piano.
It was your Grandfather's piano which was rather quite old, and it was way out of tune within every touch. Yet it was your only source of comfort in this time and age. It was your pride and joy. The only thing that you recognized as your own personal talent. Something that you worked hard for to gain.
Everytime you heard a song or your favorite piece of music on the radio or perhaps on your mp3 player you would flex your fingers as if you were playing an invisible piano in the air and your lips would silently sing along with the vocals which would depress you quite a lot when you realized you weren't actuallysinging.
Your only friend was the Piano since after all it would do was comfort you in your time in need, yet every once and a while you would think about the advantages of having friends. The things that could happen if you got along with another person. There was a huge amount of possibilities and a lot of them turned out to be types of betrayal. Friends were just disasters waiting to happen.
"Hey do you need help?"
That was when you met him. Those few words were the very start of a forever lasting relationship and the two of you had no idea that the outcome would have been so...enjoyable...
You could see him staring down at you from his point of view. After all you were sitting in a desk and he was standing.
To tell the truth you were baffled. How did he know you needed help? Especially when you were a class A student.
You opened your mouth slightly almost forgetting you couldn't talk. Instead a silent sigh was released as you wrote down your words on a piece of paper.
I don't need help.
He stared at your sheet of paper with only those single words on them and he shook his head side to side in disagreement.
"You clearly need help. All I see are scribbles on your music sheet!"
He was right...again...
You held up the same piece of paper, but now it had a new sentence waiting to be answered.
Shouldn't you be doing your own work? Won't the teacher get mad?
He pulled up his desk next to yours and a wide grin showing all his teeth was painted on his face.
"The teacher said I could help those who needed help! After all I'm already done with my work!"
You couldn't really reply to him. You just couldn't come up with any excuses for him to not help you at that moment, so after a while as he talked you through your music sheet you lifted up your head only to see his deep amber eyes staring straight at yours.
Pink decided to crawl all over your face at that moment as you quickly looked back at the music sheet in front of you.
What was this feeling? You had never felt such a thing before maybe it was because someone actually decided to talk to you so you just immediately gained a crush on this...person!
"By the way what's your name?"
You lifted your head up once again and showed him your I.D. tag that you used to get free lunch.
"_ _ huh? That's cool! I'm Neeraja Patel!"
A small smiled curved on your tender pink lips and you softly tilted your head to the side which caught Neeraja by surprise. He thought you looked pretty cute when you smiled, actually this was the first time he ever saw you smile.
Pleasure to meet you