Those Little Girls...

She was so excited about her new school. It was a bigger school so she was all happy that there will be more new friends. Just like her, she thought a lot more girls, they will join their hands with her and play, they sing and learn new songs, they dance with her for the funny songs they sing and laugh, she thought she will be happy. Her old school was small and old. This school was new. Why not, its one of the best schools in town.


The entrance exam was not tough at all. She did it in no time. English grammar questions were cake walk and mathematics was so much fun. She solved that geometry question in a jiffy and beamed with pride that the exam was so easy. Head mistress came to her guardian and told she faired really well and was welcome to the school. She did not know it was a great thing to have got an admission in that school. All she knew was – bigger the school, better the friends will be.

She loved her new bag and the smell of new books. It was also her first new Bicycle. It was only a few days which passed and she was asked to speak English there. It was easy to write English but to speak? She was scared. Scared that she is from a small school where no one spoke English and her first language was a native language. She never knew English was such an important language. Now was the time for her to learn but they already wanted everyone in the class to speak English. She had so many things to say, but only afraid that she would say it wrong and they will laugh at her. So, she kept to herself. Only amused how well the others speak.



One told her, that they didn’t want to sit with her. She asked her to sit down. She wanted to ask why. She was told that she studied in a smaller, native language school that’s why. She cried, Soaked her old school skirt with tears. She sat down and cried again untill the teacher came to the class. Teacher asked her why was she sitting down. She didn’t know how to form a sentence to say, “They want me to sit down on the basis of my old school”. Such a simple sentence she couldn’t open her mouth to say this. She could write but the teacher would not have had the seriousness to read. For the teacher all the kids were same. (That’s what she thought until they too started liking those little girls with good dresses and rich dads) she told the girl in her native language that she will do better than her in the test.

And she did. She fared better than her. And she even told her that she fared better than her. The other little girl laughed and said it was only to make a dumb girl like u study hard, so that you fair better. She believed her. She too was young but not small. She stayed behind all through the years. She could not impress others with her old clothes or oiled hair. Mother always would pour a can of oil and these good kids ran away from her. They were young to see what she was inside. However, she made 2-3 friends and they were the world to her.



After 10 years they all wanted to meet. She wanted to see them what have they made out of themselves. She met them all on ‘the’ day. She saw none had changed. They all saw her so well dressed and groomed so well. Their eyes could not believe and some even said that she had changed a lot. The ones who had asked her to sit down did not acknowledge her. They did not want to believe what she had become from what she was. They are still too young, small they are. . .

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