'I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.'
'I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.'
"Can we start?", I exclaimed so she could hear me from the balcony. She ran inside, into her dormitory room to get ready; she was wearing a smile and a Pink Chudidar.
She sat down gratefully, opening the notebook before her startling eyes. The room-space had been filled up with white-washed-walls, windows, and tranquillity. A rack full of books was kept in one of the corners. In the other was a clock, a photograph, and us.
"Akka, what are we going to learn today?", enquired the five year old soul trapped inside the 18 year old youth.
"Let's talk to each other first. Don't you want to know me?", I said solicitously, gesturing to her to close the notebook.
"But I do know you. You used to come here to teach other children.", said she gracefully.
"Yes. But you don't know me as your teacher, as somebody of your own"
There was an assortment of feelings in her. She was anxious, she was puzzled, she was afraid, and she was happy all the same.
The warmth in the air was liberating. Everything seemed to make sense. Life isn't always rainbows and sunshine. But hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
I can't for the life of me digest that I have found a friend in her. I cannot believe that she is one of the most vital people in my life, that she is an essential go-to-person and a habit of mine.
When experiences become stories, they tell us something. Something that often leaves us shaken. Human beings are seldom treated as human beings. Perhaps when we have a go at it, we may have created magic.
This is my story.
It could be yours too.
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