They say it's the little memories that last a lifetime.
When she was 5,like every other child Ishika used to think that not going to school for whatever reason is a blasphemy.Everyone knows how this idea changes over the years!!Anyways,dressed in a blue frock (which used to be the uniform then),she set out for the place where she would make endless memories for the next 14 years.As always her dad was accompanying her...he always did whenever she had to face a new challenge.
Standing in front of the pink building,her dad let go of her small hand which he had been holding till now."We are here.All the best.Be a good girl!"At the front gate,a plump looking man handed her a pencilbox....an orange-coloured hippo to be precise.
"I already have a pencilbox uncle",she said nervously.
"Call me Babulal Kaku.Take it even if you have one."
She looked at her father who signalled a yes-she gladly took the pencilbox with a thank you and walked inside her second home for the first time.She was the first one to enter the classroom,even before the classteacher.
Ishika walked inside nervously and seated herself on the first bench of the left row.After some time,another girl walked in and sat beside her and many other students like her started arriving gradually.Ishika was in a dilemma...should she talk to the girl sitting right beside her?
After much deliberation,she finally asked,"Tomar naam ki?"(What's your name?)
The reply which she got wasn't really what she had expected."Bolbo na"("I won't tell you"),came the rude reply.And that marked the end of her chivalric curiosity.
The class teacher walked in soon after and introduced herself,"Hello children!!I am your classteacher Alo Chatterjee.Please say 'yes ma'am' when I call out your name."
"Abhirup Guha Thakurta!"
"Yes Ma'am"
"Abhranil Purkait!"
"Yes Ma'am"
................
.................
..................
...................
"Rashmi Roy!"
"Yes Ma'am",came the voice of the rude girl sitting right next to Ishika.
[P.S.:I still have that orange-coloured, hippo-shaped pencilbox.I keep my sketchpens in there.]
YOU ARE READING
Jab We Met
Genç KurguThis is a story I have been planning to write since ages.But the plan never made its way to a decision until a few days back when one of my friends posted a pic of ours and wrote that she didn't remember how and when we met.... So I decided,let's pr...
