I’ve seen her walking to school in the morning,Macaulay House skirt grazing the dust,mouth turned downward in perpetual discontent.I’ve heard she talks to flowers.
I’ve heard she kicks those classmates who tease her and stomp off to have tiffin in the loo.Alonely.
I know she perversely refuses to do all she must.Wont answer questions.Won’t do group work.Will sit cross legged and barefeet in class.Wont listen.
Will draw bizarre squiggles and call it ‘chader ulto dik’.
‘Why don’t you have any friends in class?’
‘They are all fool’contemptuous,resigned.
Then she plucks a ragged weed from the field-Good morning maam.;
Her parents are preparing her for the JEE.Her teachers are hammering in social niceties.She continues to kick.
Intelligent children generally look it.She looks like two scoops of melting ice cream.Two sloppy,tired globes.Two wary,cowlike eyes.
World,fragile,handle with care.
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in this rush to think out of the box ,I forgot to see whats inside.
7 comments:
too much gold covering her.
ya..
over romanticized na?
a little.
i saw her sleeping in the car after school with dribble on her chin. she looked like...well, herself.
very.
somehow not the sort of thing to put on blog.
and when i asked her why she had no friends, she did not say "they are fool." she said, "because i bite them,"
some children deserve to be bitten.
in my defence,all the stuff is true.so im not really gold coveriing.
this is abt Pingu...she was Madhu's friend..apparently madhu was neither fool nor bitten...
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