The dawn of adolescence struck like a quiet storm. For Aditya, fourteen came with more than just facial fuzz and a cracked voice. It brought confusion, silent heartbeats that raced for no reason, and a strange sensitivity to how the world perceived him.
Class 9 began with a subtle shift in the school atmosphere. Uniforms no longer felt like cloth but like identities. Friend groups hardened, boys tried to sound deeper, and girls suddenly spoke in hushed giggles. It was a time of invisible wars — of popularity, performance, and purpose.
Aditya was never the loudest in the room. He wasn't a backbencher nor the teacher's pet. He sat quietly in the third row from the front, near the wall, always armed with a sharp pencil and a mind brimming with questions.
His school bag grew heavier, not with books, but with expectations. Ramesh had begun casually mentioning things like, "Agle saal board exams hain," and "Engineer banna hai toh ab se full focus."
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But while academics pulled from one side, life tugged from another.
Aditya's colony was a labyrinth of chatter. Teen boys often gathered near the paan shop to talk about cricket, girls, and the latest action movie. Zaid, now taller and even more spirited, had a new obsession: photography. He had "borrowed" his uncle's old Kodak camera and roamed around capturing everything from sunsets to spilled chai on the street.
"Yeh sab cheezon mein bhi art hota hai, Adi," he would explain, squinting through the lens.
Aditya admired that. Zaid lived freely, as if each day were an empty canvas. Aditya, on the other hand, was already drawing lines, designing boxes to fit into the future.
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One evening, something happened that Aditya would remember for the rest of his life.
He was returning home from school when he saw a girl being teased near the railway crossing. Two older boys from a different school had cornered her, laughing, blocking her way.
Without thinking, Aditya intervened.
"Jaane do unhe," he said firmly, stepping between them.
The taller one sneered. "Hero banega kya?"
"Hero nahi. Insaan."
They didn't hit him. Maybe they were startled by the confidence in his voice. They walked away with muttered threats.
The girl, around his age, clutched her bag, her eyes wide. "Thank you," she whispered.
He nodded and walked her to the main road. They didn't speak much. But from that day, every time they crossed paths in school, there was a quiet smile exchanged between them.
Her name was Anjali.
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As the months passed, Aditya found himself noticing her more. Not just her face, but how she tied her hair with precision, how she always had an extra pen, how she volunteered during tree-planting events. She was graceful without trying, smart without boasting.
And Aditya? He was falling. Slowly, silently, sweetly.
He never told her. He didn't have the words. But every time she smiled at him, a little universe lit up in his chest.
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Meanwhile, studies were tightening their grip. Tuitions became a necessity. Ramesh arranged for evening classes with a retired professor who lived nearby.
"Beta, agar tumhe IIT jaana hai, toh abhi se tayyari karni padegi," the professor would say.
Aditya had never heard of IIT until then. But the way the word sounded — heavy, important, life-changing — he began to research.
What he found stunned him. Only a tiny fraction of students ever made it in. It was the gateway to top engineering careers. It meant scholarships, respect, a future.
He printed out the IIT JEE syllabus and taped it above his study desk. It became his Everest.
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Zaid was less thrilled about the sudden seriousness.
"Tu toh ab pura robot ban gaya hai, bhai," he complained one day.
"Nahi yaar. Bas thoda focused ho gaya hoon."
"Mujhe toh lagta hai tu Anjali ke chakkar mein focused hua hai."
Aditya laughed but didn't deny it.
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By now, Meera had begun cutting down on her stitching work to make sure Aditya had time to study. She brought him almonds soaked in milk, cut distractions out of his schedule, and even learned how to Google scholarship programs at the local cyber café.
"Mere Aditya ko bade college mein bhejna hai," she told everyone.
Their neighbors started calling him "engineer sahab" even before he cleared his first board exam.
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Aditya began waking up at 4:30 AM. The world was quiet then. The street dogs still sleeping, the town wrapped in a misty yawn. That hour became sacred. Math made more sense in that silence. Physics, though hard, began to feel like a secret language he was learning to decode.
He also started journaling. Not with fancy prose, but just notes to himself.
"April 3rd: Didn't understand rotational motion. Try again."
"April 8th: Saw Anjali at the library. She waved. Heart did backflips."
"April 14th: Zaid wants to run away and become a filmmaker. He's mad. But I envy his courage."
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One rainy evening, just before his 15th birthday, Aditya stood on the rooftop, letting the drops soak him.
Ramesh joined him, holding two cups of chai.
"Kal tera janamdin hai. Panchvi baar lagatar barish ho rahi hai is din."
Aditya sipped his tea. "Aapke khayal se main IIT crack kar paunga, papa?"
Ramesh didn't answer immediately. He looked at the horizon.
"Tu kar sakta hai, beta. Lekin IIT sirf ek gate hai. Zindagi toh tere andar ke insaan par depend karti hai. Jo insaan tu banega, woh sabse important hai."
That night, Aditya couldn't sleep. He stared at the ceiling, thinking of Anjali, of Zaid, of the equations waiting to be solved, of the home he wanted to rebuild brick by brick.
And he made a silent promise.
To never let his circumstances decide his destination.
The world didn't owe him anything. But he owed himself everything.
And the journey was just getting intense.
Aditya's adolescence echoed with thunder, whispered with dreams, and stood drenched in relentless rain.