Two ponytails, a dark green skirt and a white shirt.. Suddenly I remembered that when the city bus stopped near TC school .The school is over for the day. The girls are moving out trough the big school gate . Saw a little girl , must be of V std., sitting at the back of her father’s (?) bike. A little girl with two ponytails, red ribbons, a maroon skirt and a white shirt; of course not to forget the heavy school bag. Flashed into my mind a similar picture about 17 years back. A small girl who had gone to the oldest girls higher secondary school in
The little girl was a teachers pet. Always an active student she became the Asst. General Secretary of the School Students Union . Probably the first student of her school who didn’t even know how to write the application to “ file her nomination” ( was helped by the teachers ) and who won without asking anyone to vote for her!! (childish it sounds , but then it was a great feeling) . How she misses those teachers. Never met anyone of them after she passed out and left the town. Those classmates lost somewhere. Those juniors who liked their this senior so much, she does not even remember their faces.
Is it with her or everybody? You meet new people and lost the old ones. How ironic it is.
Time changes and so does people . I thought the little girl had grown up and got lost somewhere in the battle of survival. But somewhere somehow she is still hidden, unconsciously in the subconscious!!