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September 28, 2008

They were standing in the straight rows, practicing for the sports day PT display. She looked across; her friend was standing two rows away and wasn’t talking to her for two days. Why she is behaving like that? She mumbled and frowned. “I wish Sadia had never shifted to US. She was a fantastic friend. Whenever I used to get upset or angry she would placate me, despite knowing that the fault was mine.” She sighed and looked towards the sky in the West where a passenger jet was cruising.


The PT instructor blew the whistle. All of them responded swiftly like an acrobatic monkey of the circus and sat down. However, the girl standing next to her seemed to be lost in her own reverie. She was staring at someone at the other end of the ground. “She’ll screw everything up, if she did that on the big day.” With an exasperated look on her face she leaned forward, while sitting; held her shalwaar from the ankles and almost shouted sit down. What she didn’t realize that when she held her shalwaar, asking her to sit down she actually pulled it down. Elastic sucks and more so loose elastics.


The girl pulled up her shalwaar immediately and turned around. She blushed, was embarrassed. “Sorry” in a meek voice is all she could say. The girl pursed up her lips and looked around whether someone noticed that moment of embarrassment or not. Girls were busy chatting and apparently no one had seen what happened between the two.


“It is such a jinxed day” She thought and looked at her friend. “But no things are beginning to change I guess” a smile appeared on her face when she saw Miss Rozina coming towards them with two girls holding drums and sticks behind her. “I have won the bet. She is wearing a blue denim jacket and green cotton suit with black patterns… just as I had predicted. Now you have to give me treat.” She looked at her friend and thought. When Miss Rozina came close, her friend looked at her the first time in a day with an astonished look in her eyes as if asking her… “Do you live in her closet to predict accurately what colors she is going to wear?”  


When the practice was over she approached her friend. She was still not talking.


“Don’t you think that is sick?”

“What?” She broke her silence.

“Coercing me to beg.”

“You think it’s begging? It is just a debt… we’ll return when we get pocket money next time.”


“Yes, we… after all you get an equal share in the pack of Top Pops or anything we buy.

“Excuse me… I have a reputation… I can’t do it anymore.”

“Don’t I have reputation? Don’t I ask for debt?”


“God! You can go to any limit for your tummy. You gluttonous, hoggish friend of mine… okay, I lost you win.”


“Why I had to put up with a moody, capricious Cancerian friend like her.” She thought miserably.


And there she was standing once again in front of that fair girl with blonde hair, four years senior to her; a student of tenth standard. She cleared her throat, her eyes fixed on the ground as if trying to measure the depths of earth, “Bajee I need one rupee, I’ll return it when I get my pocket money early next month. I am starving and I have already spent my today’s pocket money.”

The girl smiled and took out a crisp, new note from her pocket and gave it to her.”


She went back to her friend. They bought 2 packs of Top Pops.  


Memoria… years later it became a memoria like many others tangled together in the subconscious… until she saw her in the market. She had the same dignity, poise and aura. Blonde hair, fair skin… tall and gorgeous. One rupee… the rupee wasn’t the same. The note had been replaced by coins. It had lost its worth and charm. It couldn’t buy two packs of Top Pops… time had moved on… like people do, like friends scattered in the different parts of the world.


A smile appeared on her lips… the fair girl looked at her… and asked, “Are you that…” “Yes, the karz girl…” She completed her sentence and hugged her for there was no other better way of expression.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. September 28, 2008 1:08 pm

    That is so touching and sharply perspective. If that does not bring back old memories and captivate you to reflect back onto your past, then nothing would. You have this ability to express your feelings so powerfully. Now I am feeling nostalgic but in a good way.

  2. Ayesha permalink
    September 28, 2008 1:47 pm

    Thanks 🙂

  3. Ordinary Girl permalink
    September 28, 2008 5:25 pm

    Ah! top pops, lose elastic shalwars, PT drills, days when 10 grade students used to Baji or Bhai! Good old days!! 🙂

  4. Ayesha permalink
    September 29, 2008 8:06 am

    Yes, OG good old days, full of fun 🙂

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