Nishanth’s sister – PART I

Here you go, I managed a post with some difficulty ...

I remember clearly…very clearly…

It all started in class 4. Mom had interchanged our lunch boxes by mistake. So this person who was the all time favorite of any teacher whom he came across approached my class and quietly stood outside my classroom to find me blinking blankly at an enormous ( not that big…but big) lunch box on my table.

I, of course noticed the silent observer outside the classroom. Those days, the teachers used to sit and have food with us in our classroom. I rushed joyfully with a word to my teacher that my brother was outside with my lunch boxMy inquisitive teacher,curious to know the brother of one of her favorite students,popped up behind me. She was overwhelmed as she found an old adorable student of hers.

She showered questions with excitement over me …they were all the same.

“Oh! Nishanth’s your brother eh?”

“Oh! You’re Nishants sister?”

“Is he your own brother?”

“You are his own sister?”

I nodded furiously to all of her questions. ( of course I was HIS OWN sister….what did she think?? I was borrowed from someone or what). With the noise caused by this teacher another teacher’s head popped out from another classroom. And at once..

“Hey jaya, did you know this girl is Nishanth’s sister.”

“Really Raji??” ( No we were just playing ‘joke joke’ game).

And the word spread like wildfire in the staff rooms. And after that my teachers did not recognize me as myself.to them, I was not ‘that active girl who participates in everything’, I was not the ‘creative child with bubbling enthusiasm’.I was no longer ‘that sweet helpful child’

To them I was and am nothing more than – Nishanth’s Sister

And that was not the end.....

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