After crossing Teesta bazaar, i tried picking up the immaculate details of each and every bend. It was getting steeper and water gushing through more. She was not emerald as perceived but slightly muddy; bringing down all it could with its exuberance. Teesta was flowing on my left and i flowed among some riveting thoughts. She was overt, loud, busty, vivacious, vociferous, and enigmatic or it could be anything but beyond taming her even in your most dogmatic thoughts.
There was a girl in my class ......ummm umm well i was in std VII. Her name was Teesta. Can’t really say what sort of features she had in particular because we guys hardly looked at her as she was still within her cocoon and denied adolescent puberty to touch her. So we shunned her like anything, she never retaliated to our catcalls because none was dedicated to her, so quite naturally, Teesta never featured in my penchant list. She was like a fragile creeper not those fleshy ones off course, was very difficult to figure out her presence, she was unmoved by all those girly tips which she got free from her friends. Teesta was inert even to those gentle pricks, which she got out of sheer frustration from some of the despos. Her placidity was unmatched; she was like a wilted leaf, which never witnessed spring.
But her flow could only be ascribed by heightened puberty, eroding all corners of possible habitations. No rein is enough for this rowdy Teesta. She paves her own new path but not by abandoning the old. She is a treat for the onlookers and obvious nightmare for the most pugnacious supernatural beast.
Today i know two different Teesta.
