Beneath The Shattered Rainbow

Glistened

*Heaven and angels sing

Heaven and angels sing

Heavennnnn and angels singgg*

I made my all time entry with this godly song. All chairs full and occupied… people gushing their ways and pushing through doors and stamping on each others foot, "Ouchhhh", a lady screamed right at a young boy!! "You almostt had me DEAD!"

I turn away from this chaos only to,"Oops, I'm sorry" I heard a strange baritone and looked right up, to get a good hold of his face. The pain in my head was almost as soon gone as possible. He was smiling at the apology, I had to smile back too. Isn't that what we all do ? Say 'It's okay !' When it's actually NOT ? (Hehe)

Don't you worry! This guy right here , who made the beautiful romantic yet painful entry is not the guy of my story. 

Apparently I barely spotted this guy at all for the next 3 days. 

I found my way to the grotto.. the only place where one finds peace at all ! You really cannot think a moment to feel the pain. The pleasant face of Mother Mary, adorned in the sky blue sequence scarf, the running water ...the very sound of it soothed your inner soul, and the dim yellow lights in a dark corner… tiny golden bulbs that adorned her aura and, bundles and bundles of fresh daisies, roses and lilies at her feet, O tossed coins into the water like every time..shut my eyes and prayedd.. prayed for what ? Haha..I have no idea.. 

What on earth could probably a girl of 14 ask for ? The mass was over… people started vanishing. 

Quite a few people here and there, I was too early to be true. The flyer neatly said 'From 8.30' , yet my dad dropped me at 7.15!! Canteen was full and crowded, seemed like people hadn't prepared lunch in the hustle of hurring for church!

Canteen samosas were a delight. The ketchup was free, hence the rush maybe. So, I had still another 45 minutes to go… A walk around the corner, A look at all the notice boards, A peep into the Posa Book Store, and then ? 

Yet another half an hour to go!!!!

The little church a bit farther from the parish hall and the main church was people - less ! I loved solitude. Peace. Sanctity.  

Well then off I made it there.. sat and gaped at all those passed by, stared at uncles who wept and sighed. Did my little prayer, should it be mandatory and god needn't get offended after all !

And checked my Nokia C3 at least 12 times a minute, not that I should be getting any calls, I thought it made me look cooler. (Somehow)

And maybe I shouldn't feel bad at saying that my external calls and msgs were blocked due to some expiry crap and yeah, it was 2014, my parents never felt internet necessary until I was in college ! So yeah, rest you can imagine for yourself! 

Last look at my Nokia C3 and it says 8:32 AM, good gracious I made it! I picked up my money sling bag, and nothing else since there weren't anything else, and walked out. 

At 14, I was pre cautious at a hell lot of things to be honest!

'Did I look to bulged, were my boobs to big?, Is my hair alright?, were my zips closed ? Should I take a peep, Was my eyebrow too crossbowed? Do I look short? Should have worn those heels! Uff'

You can pretty much imagine, all that would sensible be sensitive topics to a teenager. I found my way in. Went right upto the place where my family used to sit during mass.

Sat and gazed around. Hardly 10...15 people in the whole 2 floor church. Quite strange! Turned side ways and turned backways. And I finally decided. I need to move upstairs. Perhaps my vision could be hindered by people who come later!

What a genuine thought! 

I went upstairs, got seated. Now again, maybe I should feel bad about telling! I moved up cuz thats where the seniors occupied. Some catchy handsome young men, flashy and hot older girls. I had to waste time somehow, didn't I ? 

Pretty much later a girl in cute bangs and all smiles came up, "Could I take seat here ?" 

And I went with the all time, " sure man !"

We smiled, she was deeply attached to her phone I guess, rooted in f*******:! I could say from the blue!

One more smile ! And I spoke, which school? 

'Umh..Immaculate Heart' giving a ring to her tone, "And you?"

"Indian International School!", I know she could have guessed at the first word, but saying the while of it was apparently a tradition !

"Oh great " and back into her Facebooking.  Not that I didn't like solitude, but when someone sits nearby and there drops silence, it starts making me feel uncomfortable.