First Time (Ahaana)

I knew this was going to be embarrassing. As a kid I had always hated taking part in sports, be it basketball or tennis or cricket, I was never good at sports.

It wasn't just in my genes. My parents weren't good at sports either.

Just like every other sports period I just walked hurriedly past the outline of the huge basketball court to reach the changing room - My Heaven.

I was red with maybe rage and quite a glimpse of embarrassment. This wasn't the first time that Natasha and her so called "Followers" tried to humiliate me in front of everyone.

If it weren't for her followers she would have already gotten injured by me. That's what I believe.

Why does she hate me so much? I wondered with a great sense of hatred and a feeling to seek revenge.

Did I really bother her that much that she couldn't stand me even for a second? Was i such a bad person to be with?

Suddenly these thoughts came to a halt as the memories of our kindergarten started to revolve in my head again.

Maybe this was the only way that I could calm myself.

Natasha, we were supposed to be best friends, remember?

Yes. Natasha and I were childhood friends. And the word 'were' describes our relation perfectly.

I don't exactly remember if we both ever hated each other. And I'm not even sure why do we hate each other now.

It feels like a very precious memory of my life has been deliberately erased from my mind.

As far as I can remember, my earliest memory with Natasha is holding her hand and walking down a very narrow and unbuilt path.

I don't know why but I have dreamt of the same path often.

But this time maybe I can see more. I can see beyond than what I normally do. Yes! I can even hear what is Natasha saying. She's saying "Shhh... Be quiet, Ahaana. Be quiet."

Then suddenly someone pats me hardly on the back and I feel myself sinking into my Polaroid of memories. I can't breathe...!! I can't feel myself...!

All I can see is the depth of the infinite darkness.