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Articles: My Experience | Old Dairy
- naveen reddy
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There fell all her bangles, broken by the ruler. A thousand colorful pieces, on the books, on the floor, on her skirt, everywhere.
Everyone was stunned. She could not believe what had happened. She hid her face in her hands and began weeping.
I stood there, the ruler still in my hands, embarrassed, bewildered and extremely guilty. There was total silence around me, as everyone struggled to digest the situation.
The class slowly came to its senses and the girls began a choir, 'Let the teacher come and we will see!'
A few of the boys tried to comfort me. Someone showed me to my place; someone else challenged the girls. But all with little enthusiasm. They were sure of the heavy punishment that awaited poor me! I was more worried about the broken bangles than the punishment, though.
The girl was sitting bent over, her face resting on her hands. When the teacher returned, she sat up.
I don't remember the look on her face. I don't remember how much faster my heart beat. But I do remember there was complete silence again.
And then nothing. The girl didn't say a word.
Though it ended well for me, I carried that guilty feeling for a long time. That was probably the first time in my life when I really felt sorry for something I did. And boy, that was a very haunting feeling.
I don't think I ever apologized to her even though I always wanted to. I just couldn't bring myself to speak about it.
Why did she decide not to tell the teacher? Had she, even at that young age, acquired that admirable ability to forgive? I have always been thankful.
I don't know where she is now. A happy wife or mom somewhere, with a little girl who wears lots of bangles.
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