An Incomplete story

The day started out like an average sunny summer morning.. I had no particular plans for this Sunday but a phone call from a school friend inviting me to watch Iron Man 3 in 3D was lucrative enough for me to get ready in a jiffy and be off to the Cineplex. I met my friend Arnav who had brought another friend of his for the movie. He introduced us, "Mauly this is Tenzing, and Tenzing this is Mauly." There was about half an hour left for the movie to start and we started chatting. "Tenzing, your name reminds me of a classmate back home in Dharamshala." I said thinking of the little boy in my class in Std.4 "Oh yeah? what about him?" Tenzing (from the present) asked.

 "Well...we had just started learning how to write with an ink pen at school and our Sister was very particular about carrying Ink Pens along with a cursive writing book everyday. Since it was not in the Time Table, many students would forget to bring them making her very angry." I was  already transported to my school days and continued ,"On this particular day, I had forgotten to bring my Ink Pen. Unfortunately for me, Sister Grace was in no mood for any excuses having reminded us all over and over. She took out a thin bamboo stick and any student without Ink pen or cursive writing book was asked to stand up and wait to be hit on their palms. Oh man, the 'wait' was more difficult than the actual beating! I had never been even spoken to in a harsh tone at home or at school, let alone being hit by anyone...so I was already in tears while standing and waiting for my turn. Tenzing used to sit on the seat behind me, he saw me standing and asked me what the matter was. I told him I had forgotten my Ink pen and I think he saw my tears. He told me to keep my palm tight because the stick would hurt less (he was speaking from personal experience) and I tried to control a sob!

Just as Sister Grace started checking the students in my row, I felt a shiver down my spine...and just then....an Ink pen appeared on my desk. I was stupefied and looked back instinctively at Tenzing. He gestured me to sit down ,I nodded in disapproval and he gently pulled my arm down to make me sit. Sister Grace came to me, saw me holding the pen and the book and passed me. I heard a loud swish as the bamboo stick came down on Tenzing's out-stretched palm. I saw him wince and tears ran uncontrollably on my cheeks. He smiled at me...I can't forget that moment ever! " Arnav and Tenzing (from the present) were suitably impressed. "So did you thank him or bought him chocolate or not?" Arnav asked with a grin. "I couldn't my dear Arnav, because I didn't see him after that day...I guess that was his last day at our school." "That's not a great ending Mauly, I wish you had thanked him!" "Yahh,me too" I replied. Arnav's friend Tenzing said "Wow...I didn't come for an unfinished story today!" I smiled "Chalo the movie is about to start."  Tenzing followed me as I followed Arnav.

 "You know that was my favourite pen and you never returned it." He suddenly said. "What?!!!" I turned around sharply... "It was a bright red pen that you never returned ..you owe me a 'thank you' and a chocolate." Tenzing was smiling, and suddenly the smile I had seen through the tears all those years ago was in front of me again. "You've got to be kidding me!!" I said. "I told you I didn't come for an incomplete story today" he said...