Story- A Medicine Guide For Me

                

          

              ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Bikram Kumar Das is a student, Scout, and a young social activist.

He was born on 12th November 2004.  

He is passionate about his work. Because he loves what he does, he has a steady source of motivation that drives him to do his best. 

He’s the founder of a poetry community

whensoulrises®. He started writing as a hobby, later then, it became his passion, and now he writes different types of stories, articles, and points to heal people's hopes. He

has influenced several people through his stories and showed them the bright side of everything that happens.

i. https://artechspeaks.blogspot.com/?m=1

ii. bkdbikramkumardas ( tiktok ) 

iii. bikram.jnk ( Instagram )

iv. https://www.facebook.com/Bikram.jnk

 sometimes the beloved one,
                                  leave behind...

 CHAPTER 1 - SOUL!

S oul! A word right to describe the spiritual part of humans, simply a person with whom the spirit of God dwelt. " Recall the innocent face of baby born". Take a trip down memory lane, describing childhood. "Happy days, carefree days, roaming with friends, fighting with brother in the playground beside our house. Never-ending playing, watching TV, a large group of friends of different age groups, going to the temple for boondi, hide and seek; those were an all-time favorite. childhood is the best time memory of life, isn't it? Because the life that comes afterward isn't easy to deal with. J

   Just like every normal family, I have 4 members in my family. My parents and my brother! I'm elder from my brother. The environment at my home is very free and transparent. I have a very close-knitted family, I love all my family members as and how they are, despite my father being a businessman.  

    "You know how the eldest lad of the family is always responsible for a specific work, that was me! "

    My father used to live outside the valley and my brother was too small for doing any kind of work. I am a person of strong determination. Along with a determined heart and mind. I keep myself flexible in all situations and that makes me adaptable to all situations. I belong to a family of strong culture and traditions. I was the one who was pampered and loved by all, given all that I asked for and on the other hand, all the blames for everything that happened was put on my poor brother. Things were going good, life was amazing, I was performing well in my lifestyle. But things don't remain the same forever.

CHAPTER 2 - IT'S TIME FOR THE VERY FIRST ENTRY OF EDUCATION!

 

 I was an 8 years old boy who haven't started his school life yet.  

   Afterward, my father took the step for my study and I was finally admitted to the school. Where I started to study from class UKG. Hence, my journey began. Those starting days were difficult for me to memorize the subject matters, wasn't it? for a new base person. I leveled up my study and was given continuity. It was halfway to grade one and I had a few friends with me but Sachin was closest of all. I shared every little bit with him. Good or bad. Also, Sachin was living proof for why you always become best friends with someone who’s exactly like you. And he was. He lived far from my house but we are closed to one another, we shared the same hobbies and were in the same school. Who else could’ve been my best friend if not him? It was pretty obvious. It is really hard to put into words. Friendships are mutually beneficial, meaning each of you gets something out of the relationship. Friends are there when you need them, whether to comfort, support, congratulate, or just listen. Sachin was a kind-hearted Guy with gentle behavior. He had a tan brown face color with dark black hair. We used to play together, study together in classes and have too much fun. The best part of friendship was shown by him, wasn't it? Unlike mine, he had a smaller family with just his parents and a baby brother. We mainly used to spend Saturday outside of our home and because of it, I'm damn sure Sachin was always scolded in his home; regarding my place, I'm too scolded by my parents. And may sometimes even be received left and right on the cheek including the ear rotation. The only reason was that I always called him during the holidays, so we could go out and relax for a while.

    I never used to spend more time with other friends except for Sachin. I like my privacy and mainly used to live alone. This also played to my benefit, because my mummy always said, “Do whatever you want in your life, but promise me that always, always

    you will stay away from an unknown person and bad friends” ..so that’s what I did. I never used to talk with people for the very first time but when the awkward moment of meeting someone new is over then I talk more. I'm a bit sensitive about my appearance. I was taught to be caring and thoughtful; I wasn't taught anything else from anyone other than not to trust people.

   Today was not so bad, because I enjoyed my lunch on my own.

Remembering the holy festival is yet to come. And this gave me the luxury of enjoying my Aloo Parathas all by myself. But that luxury did not change mine or anybody else’s facial expression. Our faces were still pale with the news of the exams commencing on April 2nd.

“Oh my god! What are we even going to do? How will we complete such a vast portion? I can’t think straight. I am so scared. I’m losing my mind” said a scared Kamlesh, finally breaking the pin-drop silence.

   “Don’t worry brother. Tell me how have we passed our exams to date? We remember our Lord Saraswati and she never let us fail a single exam. If we’ve done this before, we can do this again.” I assured him with a laugh.

   At least that made everyone laugh for a while. We all started planning how we’d study and make the best use of time. And in case, just in case, if we fail, we need a plan B to survive.

   We booked our future businesses sitting there on the pond's side. We decided on who would sell groundnuts, who’d run a tea stall, and who would drive a rickshaw to earn a living.

We cleared our thoughts and left for our homes. The moment I reached home; I was lost in the thoughts of changing my school. I considered many options but found Mother Teresa to be the best of all. I’d always heard a lot about it and the most important thing was that almost all of the children in my area went to that school, except me.

“Listen Bikram! The timetable for the exams was put up today and the exam is going to be really strict now, so make sure that you're not late.

Pick me up on time. Okay?” Kamlesh texted me.

“Alright. I’ll be there.” I replied. The Sun had already set. This day was pretty uneventful. 

The next morning I went to tuition with Kamlesh. We share the examination timetable with our teacher. He had sudden plans for the preparation for our exam. The day was started just like a thunderstorm warning for us, wasn't it? Because of the unexpected exam that is just a step away. We had started for the preparation and the days passed out when the exam terminated finally. This day was pretty eventful. The feeling with overjoyed. Today was not so bad, because I enjoyed my day pretty special rather than other days and also got the vacation of 14 days. 

CHAPTER 3 - THE FIRST MEET

The next session with the same old friends started from grade 2. Everything was going as in previous years except the new books and teachers. We started enjoying our new session but one day the news came as a complete shock. The news was about joining extra classes to gain a scholarship from Budhanilkantha School to have free education up to class eight. With no more wait, I put this news to my father. I requested him to let me join these classes and pay the registration fees. 

What next? My father agreed and I started joining the classes with more new friends but Sachin was my all-time favorite friend. I took him too to join the classes. Classes start began from 8:30 am to 10 am. We have our new notes copy and book for the new classes. We used to study four subjects Mathematics, Nepali, Science, and English. The time passed and slowly we faced the burden to handle two classes course the first one of class 2 and another one for Budhanilkantha scholarship classes. One day teacher was teaching in a hurry. I was writing the words of the teacher in my notebook. Suddenly my pen fell. I searched for it under the bench on which I was sitting. I couldn't find it for a longer period. After that, I decided to change my position to search for that pen. 

What next? Just I turned back and I found that pen lying on the ground.

 I was pretty happy to find it and I wakeup along that side to sit on the bench but the next moment; words can't describe what had happened, how I felt about that. I saw an angel just sitting next to my bench with open hair like a baby doll taking a pencil touched to her lips thinking in deep thought. 

CHAPTER 4 - WHAT WILL BE GOING                              TO HAPPEN?

 Everybody sees the world in their way, according to what they want to see. For me, the world turned pretty colorful and crackers burst around me, the moment I saw her, I felt an attachment which was of sudden.

Does this mean that the person belongs to me? Without even I don't know her? Is this for real? or a dream? Why my heart beats?

I clicked her image on the notification of my heart and mind to see her at any time.

The next morning, with the same dress and class I went to join the class. My eyes were searching for her. With no more wait, she was just sitting after two benches from me. Her hair was opened; and she was looking like a small baby doll. I tried to talk with her but I failed. Meant I was afraid to talk with her. I expressed my feeling to my friend Sachin. He instantaneously replied ooh is there something. My instant reply was no-no nothing. But we all know about the nature of our friends. Sachin was also one of them. Sachin said about my feeling to one of my classmates "Manisha". She spread that news to whole class. Slowly that news went to that girl whom I liked, for whom my heart beats.

After that news, I saw her she was weeping and controlling her tear with her hand. I felt very bad there.

 I couldn't control myself and I went to her class where she was weeping.

 I told her sorry they are spreading the wrong news. Although after my many attempts of sorry, she didn't open her face as she was crying by covering her face with her hand. What can be done next?

I made an effort to make her happy but I failed. Just next to that, I had written sorry whole over her bench including the next bench and blackboard of that class. Just after completing it; I went towards her to disclose her face by pulling her hand down but suddenly, I saw a van driver coming to the class to take her as she was a bus student.

she went home. Here, 

I was afraid of what will be going to happen the next day?

                                      Stay tuned for chapter-.5.....