Finally, as expected, she won. She won few of my best friends too. She was gaining the title of adorable too. I was not exactly but, gradually shunned out from the groups that I was most comfortable.
Thus, as expected from a child of 10 years of age. I hated her. I do not have any justification now and to be frank I do not even seek one. I was always on a lookout for something or the other in her that made me look better. But, even after so much of hatred for her. I never made any designs or plans against her, and neither she ever did that.
We both hated each other. We knew that. We respected our animosity with utter grace. A grace and integrity of a mature lady.
And, now when I look back I think we both wanted to be friends even then but, our small yet huge child ego was too wild to get tamed. We were the perfect people to be friends with each other. As we were not seeking friendship to mollify our sense of security or to need a person as an emotional dump.
We were both loyal, average, courageous, ambitious for the world around but not otherwise. As our common friend Roshni once put it correctly, we were each other's alter ego.
But, then still I hated her for being my alter ego. And, later I got to know that she felt exactly the same. Ah, Life is strange! Isn't it?
So, anyways, the third encounter that I had with Leelavati was like 2 years later to our famous hair-pulling fight. When we were thrown together in a drama act to play the role of two brave soldiers who were brothers.
Our English teacher, who was incidentally favorite to both of us, asked us to play the role. She came over to my seat that day and asked - "Hey Dear! Do you have an interest in acting?"
Being so happy on the fact that she came over to talk to me. I earnestly replied "Yes ma'am!"
"Would you like to play the role of a soldier?"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Ok! So, meet me in the dramatics room during the lunchtime."
"Ok!"
Little did I know that I would be bumping into Leelavati who would be playing the role of my brother.
The teacher asked if we knew each other, and we replied in a unison - "Yes ma'am!"
What an egoistic liars we were!
Then she explained us the roles. During all this explanation session we hardly talked. And, once we were done with the explanation session. All we talked to each other was "Cyaa tomorrow!"
And, then began 'The tale of two brothers'.
Thus, as expected from a child of 10 years of age. I hated her. I do not have any justification now and to be frank I do not even seek one. I was always on a lookout for something or the other in her that made me look better. But, even after so much of hatred for her. I never made any designs or plans against her, and neither she ever did that.
We both hated each other. We knew that. We respected our animosity with utter grace. A grace and integrity of a mature lady.
And, now when I look back I think we both wanted to be friends even then but, our small yet huge child ego was too wild to get tamed. We were the perfect people to be friends with each other. As we were not seeking friendship to mollify our sense of security or to need a person as an emotional dump.
We were both loyal, average, courageous, ambitious for the world around but not otherwise. As our common friend Roshni once put it correctly, we were each other's alter ego.
But, then still I hated her for being my alter ego. And, later I got to know that she felt exactly the same. Ah, Life is strange! Isn't it?
So, anyways, the third encounter that I had with Leelavati was like 2 years later to our famous hair-pulling fight. When we were thrown together in a drama act to play the role of two brave soldiers who were brothers.
Our English teacher, who was incidentally favorite to both of us, asked us to play the role. She came over to my seat that day and asked - "Hey Dear! Do you have an interest in acting?"
Being so happy on the fact that she came over to talk to me. I earnestly replied "Yes ma'am!"
"Would you like to play the role of a soldier?"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Ok! So, meet me in the dramatics room during the lunchtime."
"Ok!"
Little did I know that I would be bumping into Leelavati who would be playing the role of my brother.
The teacher asked if we knew each other, and we replied in a unison - "Yes ma'am!"
What an egoistic liars we were!
Then she explained us the roles. During all this explanation session we hardly talked. And, once we were done with the explanation session. All we talked to each other was "Cyaa tomorrow!"
And, then began 'The tale of two brothers'.
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