She wasn’t tall, but the class teacher asked her to be seated in the last bench. Destiny and its wonders! She was the tomboy of the school and I never understood the concept of tomboy, I was of the opinion that she is posh (ok assumed) because she hailed from family that owned one the first and biggest supermarket in Mysore and consumers of that store were the elite class.
In a classroom of 80, we were the only two girls who chose Sanskrit as our first language; we had to shift classes during the language periods. In the other section, we were strangers in the neighbouring class and often ragged in silly ways. That’s when we got close, entire batch of students opted for tuitions as the Sanskrit teacher resigned in the mid of the academic year. We both didn’t and it was considered foolish. How can one not join tuition classes conducted at home from the same teacher who was our new Sanskrit teacher? Who’d not want the brownie points, well both of us didn’t.
Our rebellion attitude got us close, I am sure. We are close since 1998, we hardly see each other, not even once a year, nor do we speak daily, I don’t even know if she is on whatsapp, most of the times we end up not even wishing each other on our birthdays but the moment we meet, nothing matters.
There are 40+ friends from school on my Facebook profile, about whom I know a lot because of the updates they share, her presence on social media is close to nil, but even without conversations there is a bond, that speaks for itself.
Thank you Neha, for friendship beyond connectivity, boundaries and conversations!
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