Hero- No, Not Sunny Deol

I was thirteen. Taut skin. Clear Face.sharp looks. My underwear being the only witness to my puberty. It was an another new morning- exciting as usual... I always woke up with the fragrance of my mother's aura. She oiled my hair and combed my hair in the good-boy look. On my way to bus stop, I disturbed my hair a bit. It was not just another new morning.. exciting but a bit mysterious.

A chill breeze passed along like a soothsayer and whispered a mellow howl into my ears. Manhood beckons, it said. A little disturbed, I sat down on my classroom bench with knees pressed hard onto one another. Unlike other mornings, I didn't want to talk or hear. I did not. Sam was trying to convince me about his new joke's popularity potential but I ignored. Why was it a bit odd this day?

BOOoOoOOMMM

' Hey.Bhag.. '

" Stay in your room or I'll blow your head up!" - Entered a man, his garb seeming more threatening than him. Some automatic gun in his hand. Threatening our teacher. A mixture of emotions sprung up in me. I had never seen anyone's head blown off in front of me. It was fear mixed with adrenal excitement. I could not turn my head down as I was ordered to. The dark man went out. And voices started talking to me inside my head, screaming gibberish.

I knew, maybe it was a day that was meant to happen. I knew what I had to do. With quiet slow steps, I crept an inch outside the room.I saw him talking about blowing up the school on his radio. I shouted to him and got inside.Like a bull he charged. And the crouching terrorist thundered in. The hidden tiger jumped and bit his hand, prompting his gun out of his hands. Suddenly, everybody started backing me up. The bull was quiet now. I took the gun and started to rescue all the classes one at a time. Fortunately one of our boys found that the back door route of the school was open.

I finally found her class as well. I didn't blush.I was pretty serious about my job. Wearing a tough looking face. I held her hands and we ran together outside.The sound of a light shrill of a whistle far away was all I could hear in the frenzied fret. I was not feeling like Bobby Deol in Soldier. Rather like Arnold in Commando maybe. The police had covered the area by then.

I heard many people talk to me and patting my back. As the sky got blood red with a shade of yellow. A cold quiet winter evening. She took me outside the camp tent. I could hear the birds again. And then she gently kissed me. 'Nice day', I thought. I reciprocated with a hard kiss back.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The alarm clock went off. I woke up . And I laughed. I laughed like never before.

'it is going to be a nice day', with a wicked grin I thought , as my mother oiled my hair.