When I was in a primary school, I
used to walk to and from school. There was a girl a bit elder than me who lived
on my street and one day, she walked on the opposite side of the street and
made fun of me until I was in tears. I have learned since, that she needs more
love than I do.
She used to mock me every day.
The child psychology inside me opinionated her as a calcitrent child. She had
red screen color, therefore as a reciprocal act, I started calling her black
beauty. She was anxious concerning the word and complained about it to my
mother. My mother punished me in front of the girl with no mercy, for whatever
the girl blowes my mother's ear. Many prattling questions bounced on my nerves regarding
the allegations and punishment. In fact, I was punished for nothing. I wept for
more than an hour.
On the day of Fagu Furnima( A Nepali festival that falls under the day of full moon), I was
rearing buffalo along the street in my village. She came with the resplendent
smile on her face and said " Let bygones be bygones Anil. I promise not to
fight from this day. We are all friends now. Happy Holi. " Her friend
added " she often talks about you. I believe there is no problem her
side". They put on different colors on my cheeks turn by turn. I had nothing
to say. So, I just put some Abir and wished them happy holi with a gentle
smile.
That was the day, I learned not
to take any thing personal. The girl I used to hate initially, started greeting
me with a face full of smile, started sharing chocolates and what ever she used
to have in her pockets. She used to invite me to play with her. 'Kabbaddi,
Chungi, Dhyak, were the games I learned from her. She used to protect me at the
time of trouble. My path to the school was more secure than before. Out of the
list of my parents, relatives ,siblings, and friends , I got someone to cherish
my quiet features and emboldened the unspoken sides of me.
I have a dairy full of holi
memoirs, among them this is the most aesthetic one for me. A conclusion to all
of these retrospection, we socialize
through the process of continuous conflict, conciliation, imitations, values
and attitudes. Handling them is a matter of choice. I am thankful to my mother
for her school of thoughts, the way she raised me. Her schooling brought up me
with a huge resurgence of interest in friendship realizing the mightiness of
patience, forgiveness, goodwill and the power of sincere apology .
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