There was this little girl in my neighborhood. She was in class two and chatty. Till class five she would come and give me the village report. Then she suddenly stopped talking to me. You know when girls start wearing their school skirts till their ankles, they are told to stop talking to boys.
Well, I did see her for the next two-three
years and then she vanished. Her parents are still here. I thought, cha, she is
not yet in 10th and they got her married.
She returned five years later. With Hubby
and two kids in tow. A boy and a girl. The small boy was round, I mean totally
round and ran around naked on the road calling after his big sister.
What happened was this. It was not her parents,
but she ran away and got married. She married a gym employee when she was in
class 8.
And now she has returned.
As it turned out the hubby was not some
local dada but a qualified yoga instructor. Now working in a nearby school. The
whole two years of the pandemic he drew a salary while the rest of us silently
suffered.
The daughter is now a good friend of mine
and brings me all the local gossip. But it will stop when she reaches class
five na.
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