It was my father's. I am doomed. It's the worst day of my life. The worst moment I've ever experienced.
I reached my classroom. Lunch break is about to end. I don't want to face any of my classmate. But they haven't seen anything then why am I embarrassed. No I have to face them. Especially Hinaa. Why did she lied about bullying? I entered the classroom. My face still warm from the two fatal blows I received earlier. I looked at everyone. Some of them, laughing, grinning and somehow for the first time I started to feel embarrassed. I felt shame even though I didn't do anything wrong.
I am also very angry. I shouted. Oyee Hinaa. You wrote that day about Aaniha on the board why did you lied that it was me?
When did I lied? When I saw that I thought you was the one who wrote it down.
And then she started sobbing. -


Why are you shouting at me? Huh. You were the one who dusted all the powder on my face and then bullied me.
When did I bullied you?


Hinaa- liar. All these girls were there with me. They all are the witnesses. Tell everyone Maya. Am I wrong?
Maya- no. not at all. It was Ayush only who did the bullying. Hinaa was cursing the person who wrote all that rubbish and then suddenly Ayush got angry and he powdered her face. Hinaa is not telling us, but I saw her crying after he left. All that dust hurt her eyes. Her eyes were all red after that incident and remained the same for two proper days. Poor Hinaa. She didn't even complained to the teacher.
Now everyone is looking at me as if I am a trash can or something.


Ohh! Maya. You just keep your mouth shut. I heard you badmouthing about Aaniha. Don't try to impose all the blame on me.
Maya- I am not imposing something on you, I am just telling what you did, to the whole class.


I know it's of no use, talking to them. It will make me look like I did everything on my own. I reached my desk, but my bag was not there. Nor the wraps of spring rolls.
I looked at Hitesh and Aman, who were now seated together. - oyii where is my bag?


Hitesh- why are you asking me? I don't know.


I fanatically started looking everywhere. Then the trash can attracted my attention. Yes. My bag was there. I turned around and shouted- who the hell dared to do this?
But everyone remained silent and ignored me. I pulled my bag out of the trash can. And then I saw my spring rolls, smashed, crushed, lying in dustbin, without any soul left.
I came back to my seat, with my bag, kept my head down for rest of the day, crying.


This was the last day I saw Aaniha. As I heard that her parents transferred her school again. And this was also the last day of my normal life too.
Days passed, weeks passed, months passed.


My confidence and my smile also passed. Neither at home nor at school, had I never found any moment which I could adore even for a single second. I am alone in this whole world. And I am saying it in literal sense. In school I am the most infamous person, who bullied a physically challenged girl, and now no one wants to talk to me. At home, my mother talks with me politely, but when my father arrives I became alone again. I stopped going outside. I stopped meeting everyone. It's not like people still wants to see me, I never tried to approach them again. I wish I could have my normal life back again. I wish I was able to say sorry to that girl. I wish I could have stayed to help her, instead of rushing back to hell.
I was having no other option, but to study. So yeah, basically that became my time pass, my friend, my everything. When I reached the twelfth standard, I studied a little bit about the sign language.
In between from my sixth grade to twelfth grade, I tried to convince my parents to change my school too. But I was unsuccessful. I continued to study in the same prison, with the same colleagues of hades. I survived till the twelfth standard. My scoring well became common, but people treating me badly also became common. Drenching me, ostracizing me, throwing my things, calling me by the names, other than mine, also became common. After a time I even stopped fighting. I just smiled back at them and moved on.
When I cleared my twelfth standard, even though I got good grades to get admission in any college of my choice. But I decided to make things right. I chose to take a right decision for once. And I wanted to be happy and guilt free for the rest of my life.
I sat down with a piece of paper and jotted down some things, which I had to make right.


• To return all the money to my father which he paid for Aaniha's ear machine.


• To meet everyone, who were there in my 6th standard. As that was the moment which changed all of our lives.


• To learn sign language.


• To meet Aaniha and her mother to say sorry.
These goals, I created were actually the things which changed me and my life. And I want to sort these things so that I can live guilt free.


I lied to my parents that I admitted myself into Delhi university, and for the first time I saw smile on their faces. So I actually took admission. But instead of going to the college, I went for part time jobs. By jobs I mean, I am actually doing lots of jobs. Jobs which requires lots of physical labor. And whenever I got free time, I use to search for all the people I wanted to meet.

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