As an only child of my parents, I never had the fortune to play with my siblings and grow up. I could never understand what brothers and sisters were like. I never had the chance to enjoy the joy of sharing. I have cousins of my age but they live quite far away and in those days I used to meet them rarely. I still do, but thanks to Facebook and WhatsApp. No one in my neighborhood had children of my age either. This had quite an effect on me. When I first attended school, at the age of three, I used to hate to share my belongings with any of my friends. I’d do anything that was asked me to do but sharing, whether it be my tiffin or my pencil. I found it very rude and cruel to share. This lasted for almost two years in my play house school. As a result, I lacked the ability to play with friends. I remember, I used to play alone. And now I realize what I had missed.
When I left my play house and came to my new school (2005), I made an instant friend, Ananya. She is very beautiful and she was an only child too. But she wasn’t like me. She knew how to make friends. We became the best of friends (we still are). I still didn’t have much friends. But by the time I was in class I, I realized the huge amount of friends I had. I enjoyed it totally.
Ananya left our school in 2011, (class V) and shifted to our nearby town, Tinsukia. I missed her very much. It’s true that no one ever could fill up her space in my heart. But again, thanks to WhatsApp, we are in touch again.
I left my school and came to my current school in mid September 2012. That was indeed an odd time to join a school. This was where my mother taught English. I faced my old problem again. I have been in an English medium school since the very start of my school carrier. But almost all of my classmates from this school had started schooling in Assamese/ Hindi medium school. Which made them quite younger then me. When I was of 2000, many of my friends were of 2002. Although hardly any of my classmates was aware of this, and this wasn’t a problem but I had the impression that they were my little brothers and sisters. It took quite a while for me to take this thought out of my mind.
I began to slowly give myself in. I had made some friends, finally. Some are quite special to me too. The strange part is, most of my friends are from other sections or class. I have only a few friends from my own section.
I will always remember the fun we had. In our Annual Sports Week, I was always the one to shout the most when someone from my house joined the race.
The funniest part about the students of my school is the amount of students who are afraid of my mother and as well as me. Even though I never do anything fearful. Maybe, what I now feel, I have a tinge of bossism in my character, Leo at its best 😁.
But this journey was fun and interesting. When I’ll go to my college next year, I’d have things to remember. I don’t know if I will be able to keep in touch with all of them but I sure will. Maybe after this, the next time I’ll see them would be their marriage😝 or even mine 😌
Miss. Flaky 💋