******** Friends ? **** **
Meera made new friends in her new school, tried to cope up with the syllabus and eventually everything seemed easy.She had started liking her new school, liked by all her new friends and teachers but amidst all this, she could never develop a bond of friendship with Chaitanya even though they shared the same bench.She found him awful, for she was an ideal little girl trying to come out of her shell unlike him who was gregarious.He made fun of her at times as she didn’t know how to play video games and boxing.She was quiet all the time whenever sitting next to him while he had to talk to his neighbours and have his laugh.
Time went by, they were no longer seat partners and it hardly bothered either of them.They had their own friends & activities to perform.So the friendship didn’t bloom, rather a sense of competition prevailed as he stood first and she stood second in the annual tests.She had already pledged for compensating her rank this year.
There is this Rank (first second third fourth and so on)syndrome which is infused in our minds when we are little .Our parents teach us that marks matter the most but little do they realize that they actually don’t .What matters is knowledge.
Eventually, Meera had completed a year in school.She was happy & actively participated in dancing, sports & other extracurricular activities.
She was 11, he was 10 and a new class new adventures awaited for both Meera and Chaitanya.Call it destiny or fate (read class teacher)but it made them seat partners again.She neither really liked nor hated him.On the contrary, he found her cute but awful at the same time ( a rare combination ).
They started talking gradually, exchanging notebooks when one of them was absent from school.He lends her a pencil when she forgot to bring her pencil box.She shared her textbook once he forgot to bring his.Silly boy, she thought.
She is nice, he thought.
But it was this one day that the friendship bloomed.The day marking the beginning of a beautiful story.
Meera like every day reached school earlier than Chaitanya, carelessly threw her bag on the bench and ran out to play her favourite game 4 corners in the basketball court with her friends.
When they returned back to the class after a while, she immediately grabbed her water bottle to quench her thirst.It was then she realised that she didn’t put on her Identity card today.Oh Forgetting ID card felt like a crime to her.It literally meant severe punishment.She vicariously imagined how the students who forget to bring their ID’s are made to stand out of the queue in the morning prayer assembly followed by a punishment.
No it wasn’t the punishment she bothered .It was the embarrassment she has to undergo standing in a separate queue.She felt like a laughing stock already.
No Making mistakes was never Meera’s forte precisely. For her it was a blunder ,her biggest mistake or was it her best mistake.
She was sitting on her bench when the bell rang suddenly.Her classmates started moving out of the classroom for assembly.
With tears in her eyes, he looked at Chaitanya and said,”I forgot to bring my ID card”.
It was the second time they exchanged glances, first being the one when they first met a year back.He looked at her with an awe and did something which he didn’t know was just the beginning.Yes, their beginning together.
He removed her identity card and handed it over to her and said ,”You can keep this till the assembly but make sure nobody notices the name in the ID “Photo is the least concern because you already look like a boy yourself.”
She had no idea how to react .Borrow an ID of somebody who just addressed her a boy or stand out facing punishment.She was sure that she will be a laughing stock in front of him and his friends .
But she knew what she had to do.She smiled wiping away her tears.Wearing his ID.Meera Sharma was Chaitanya Jain for the next 20 mins(technically).
He giggled looking at her, Meera wondered what he is up to and both went out of the classroom joining their queue.
To be continued……
Read part 1 in case you missed 🙂