A FRIEND FOUND IN FRET

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‘How beautiful a day is when friendship touches it’- Rumi

I was thrilled to find myself admitted in a school much larger than my expectations; both in expanse and strength. I was elated and eager to join it soon. But much to my dismay, the first few weeks were unvaried and unstimulating. The same monotony engulfed my days. I would get up in the morning, dragged myself to catch the school bus, spent the day deeply immersed in studies and sports, returned back home; lazily and worn out. My parents would eagerly anticipate a fun filled day from me at the dinner time but would soon be disappointed with my cold and unexcited answers. Unable to judge my quandary, they would suggest me various means to make friendship. Sometimes, they would make up funny stories just to please my dull attitude. I was uninterested at those conjectures.

Days passed. I was as uncomfortable as before; until one day, when she arrived.

The class teacher introduced her to the entire class. She was plump and healthy with a round face and dark curly hair. The next thing I realised was her seat next to mine.

She spoke less. She sat silent. She was arrogant. She was weird.

My thoughts.

A month later.

I was busy struggling with my science project and was unable to make the battery connect to the wind turbine without which the entire project stood ineffectual. I was almost into tears when someone from behind patted my left shoulder. I shrugged off without even turning back. It seemed I forgot my basic manners learnt long ago at the kindergarten. A soft and steady voice questioned, ‘Should I help you?’

Now, I regained my courtesy back and turned back, only to find her standing behind me holding a conical flask in one hand half filled with some dark reddish white fluid confirming a chemical reaction. It must be a part of her project which was some sort of volcanic activities. I bothered not to ask her anything about her assignment as my preconceived thoughts for this girl had already blurred my capacity to think anything about her. Also, I was overly occupied with my own scientific endeavours.

I gestured with my eyes. An affirmation it was.

She rescued me.

And so, I found the best friend of my life.

The friendship which I treasured for the next innumerable number of years.

 

 

 

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