How much I love you, I can’t tell you
Desperately do I need you, but I can’t tell you
My heart is no more relaxed, and sleepless nights I pass
All this is what you do, but I just can’t tell you
There was a change in his style of dressing too. Now he came in proper uniform, hair nicely combed. On the whole, the image of what we call a ‘good boy’. We were happy that our efforts had borne fruit; we were able to bring a boy to the right track.
Dates and pages on the calender were changing. It was month of November. Of late, teaches had started observing a change in Akash and surprisingly it was a positive one.
Akash was also one such boy, least bothered about studies and only concerned about loitering and wiling away his time. He came to school just to pass a few hours in masti with friends.
A whole lot of girls, not only his classmates but even from other sections seemed to be eyeing on him. Girls kept waiting for just a glance from him. At times, the mannerisms they adopted to attract his attention were weird.