Dear Diary,
Today, Geeta and I had a good playtime. But my little friend seemed little downcast. I saw her misty eyed as she looked at her playmates ambling by and she told me so:
"I want to run and play but there is no sway
I want to dance and wear all those pretty dresses
I want to do jazz, hop on the zumba and rock and roll.
But the only things that I roll are the wheels of my chair.
Other kids do not come near me as if I am an oddity ,an alien.
No I scream,I am like YOU,one of YOU,
I like ice cream and maggi
And barbies and beautiful dresses and fairy tales.
And I hate exams and copy my homework.
I watch all the Shinchan, Doraemon and Pokemon episodes.
I want to be friends but they run away from me.
They make fun of me and laugh at me.
But I smile back at them and forgive them
And wait for the day they shall hold my hand and be my friend."
Then I wipe the tears off her cheeks.
"Wait here!I'll be right back!" I say.
I go out towards the playground and fetch all the children. I tell them about Geeta and we devise a plan to make her smile.
A little boy called Shyam with pink cheeks who has ADHD and autism and who I think secretly admires Geeta volunteers to wheel her around during hide and seek. I rush into the classroom and wheel her out. Shyam shyly approaches Geeta and asks her whether he can be her chaperone for the game. Geeta blushes and nods. I adore puppy love! I become the seeker and the contigent of twenty kids have a gala time.
Until next time,
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