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I love my bully
I know it's actually weird but once i loved a girl who used to bully me ...
so the story goes like after my 7th standard my father got transferred to delhi
and you know it was a totally new place for me and I used to suffer from social anxiety disorder so I just used to behave like a wallflower everywhere i still remeber
no one talked with me in school sometimes I used eat my tiffin in bathroom or just cry there alone missing all the classes this happend for around 2 to 3 weeks
now one day I suddenly got bullied by a popular girl in our class and I'm not going to tell her name
she used to steal my pens , spit at my tiffin ,stick chewing gum in my hair but somehow i used to like it afterall an introvert likes to be a center of attraction and her tricks were not even harmful
I clearly remember one day she forget to bring her maths text book and the teacher was punishing the ones who haven't brought it so just pushed my book to her and took the punishment and after the class she looked at me and said " thank you "
after that day we became friends perhaps she was my only friend in that city
it was after summer break of 8th standard that she had to cut all her hairs because she was suffering from cancer as she told me back then so one day while we were returning to our homes some local boys were making fun of her hair and that was the first time I saw her crying she almost fainted and I comforted her by saying " stupid don't listen to them you look beautiful " she replied " do you really think so " " yes I do you dumbo " i whispered in her ear
it was actually in 10th standard that her condition became serious and she stopped attending school and I was once again lonely
so one day I decided to pay her a visit in her home when I reached there and into her room the hairs have grown back but the person was not same I have never seen her so quiet I could not even utter a word it was so painful I just left the room with tears in my eyes
the very next day when I checked my phone there was a missed call from her I tried back but she didnt pick up the phone
later on my school I came to know that she had passed away .
after 10th my father again got transferred and we left delhi
well when you think delhi the things that came first in your mind are .. jama masjid, chandni chowk , red fort , qutub minar etc etc but whenever i think of delhi the first thing that comes to my mind was that girl.
written by
Sayan Das
© All Rights Reserved
so the story goes like after my 7th standard my father got transferred to delhi
and you know it was a totally new place for me and I used to suffer from social anxiety disorder so I just used to behave like a wallflower everywhere i still remeber
no one talked with me in school sometimes I used eat my tiffin in bathroom or just cry there alone missing all the classes this happend for around 2 to 3 weeks
now one day I suddenly got bullied by a popular girl in our class and I'm not going to tell her name
she used to steal my pens , spit at my tiffin ,stick chewing gum in my hair but somehow i used to like it afterall an introvert likes to be a center of attraction and her tricks were not even harmful
I clearly remember one day she forget to bring her maths text book and the teacher was punishing the ones who haven't brought it so just pushed my book to her and took the punishment and after the class she looked at me and said " thank you "
after that day we became friends perhaps she was my only friend in that city
it was after summer break of 8th standard that she had to cut all her hairs because she was suffering from cancer as she told me back then so one day while we were returning to our homes some local boys were making fun of her hair and that was the first time I saw her crying she almost fainted and I comforted her by saying " stupid don't listen to them you look beautiful " she replied " do you really think so " " yes I do you dumbo " i whispered in her ear
it was actually in 10th standard that her condition became serious and she stopped attending school and I was once again lonely
so one day I decided to pay her a visit in her home when I reached there and into her room the hairs have grown back but the person was not same I have never seen her so quiet I could not even utter a word it was so painful I just left the room with tears in my eyes
the very next day when I checked my phone there was a missed call from her I tried back but she didnt pick up the phone
later on my school I came to know that she had passed away .
after 10th my father again got transferred and we left delhi
well when you think delhi the things that came first in your mind are .. jama masjid, chandni chowk , red fort , qutub minar etc etc but whenever i think of delhi the first thing that comes to my mind was that girl.
written by
Sayan Das
© All Rights Reserved
