11/9/13

That dark girl is my friend

"Don't touch her,  don't talk with her, don't sit with her". She being the most beautiful and the most intelligent girl in the class,  I always wanted her friendship but my family kept me away from her.  Like all previous attempts, this time also I failed to get her friendship because of the timely intervention of my mom. My mom seemed to be burning with anger.  I even scared of her beating me in front of 'her and other friends'.  I often noticed  her being avoided by other friends as well.  Though,  I tried to ask about this 'deliberate ignorance' to my friends, I never did get a satisfying reply in this regard. 

With the inherent innocence,  her deep black eyes carried a sense of boldness which was not common with other six year old girls.  Hailing from a traditional family,  I never expected a girl to have this much of courage. I became her fan because of the confidence that made her the first rank holder of my class even after suffering the pain of such numerous situations.

Why mummy? Why should I keep her away? Though my mom tried to make me understand some big things in life,  I couldn't make out the reason that denied me with the courtship of the smartest student of my class. Many a times,  I saw her looking at me with a high degree of compassion. She also likes my company and this knowledge made me spending more time thinking about the reason for this injustice. 

There is no doubt that she is beautiful but her complexion isn't fair.  Is it the reason?  May not be! !! Though dark,  she is very attractive.  She doesn't have a lot of dress and ornaments as many of my friends do have. She is not rich, might be this I guessed. But she is not the only poor girl in the class. So wealth is not the criteria  for this discrimination.  Unlike many of my classmates who ignored her,  she sings and dances well.  She is very good at sports academics and other activities.  She has so many desired qualities,  yet being avoided by the society.

I saw teachers who used to be unhappy with her good scores that happened to be the best in the whole class. I never even thought of them having such a feeling.  Teachers can't be wrong! !! After several failed attempts to become her friend, I finally decided to share my confusion to grandpa who always understood my feelings. 

Grandpa, what is wrong with her? What made the society alienate her? What is her mistake?  Grandpa took a long breathe before answering my question. Darling, Nothing wrong with her, she is a very good child like you. God has the same attitude and love towards both of you. Alas!!! She is borne in a dhobi's caste

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