Nobody Ever Teaches You What It Takes to Be Human
A vivid memory from childhood that deeply touched my soul
“Could you step out for a moment and allow me to go in?” I muttered as she kept staring at me with a blank expression.
I repeated, raising my voice slightly, “Please, can you get out so I can go in?”
Her bewildered gaze persisted, leaving me increasingly exasperated. With a subtle gesture, I tried to convey my urgency for her to vacate the spot.
Feeling thoroughly irritated, I hesitantly settled down beside her.
“Why do they always make me sit with girls?” I grumbled in frustration.
Sharing my personal space with a girl was never a preference. I despised it. Having two sisters and a mother at home was enough for me.
Her shoulder-length hair cascaded neatly around her. She dressed in a crisp, white shirt paired with a blue skirt, yet a perpetual look of bewilderment lingered in her eyes.
Why was she so perplexed all the time?
In a world obsessed with the English language, she struggled to communicate. Having been transferred from a school where Hindi served as the primary medium of instruction, English didn’t come naturally to her.
