This is based on a true story.


So we live in Bangalore and I was in class 5th when my Mom and Dad decided that they will leave me with my Maternal Grandmom as she was lonely and needed someone. And she used to stay in Banaras.

While we went for vacation to banaras, they left me with my Grandmom and came back. One year passed, I had completely lost interest in my studies because of the fact that i was so far away from my family and my siblings.

I said to my mom, I will continue my further studies in Bangalore. By that time I was promoted to class 7.

My family came for the next vacation of summer to Banaras and took me back to Bangalore. The previous school didn't take me back saying all seats were full.
With a sunken heart I had to join an unknown school. So by now i had lost all of my good friends and like any kid I craved for new ones in this new school.

So as I was a North Indian, they never got along with me well. And they used to bully me by names like Giddi Badak, quack quack. I remember vividly there was a teacher by the name Martina, She taught us Computer science .

This was the stage where I started having trust issues with girls. That teacher always supported boys gang of my class and she used to tell them how ugly I was and how awful I was. And told them to stay away from me.
The boys of my class were first of all fit for nothing and they started to bully me by calling me names.

I never gor real friends in this new school but rathers got unsaid enemies for nothing.

Thanks to Miss Martina, they got courage to do cuz of her.

Girls of my class were good but they too were buzy hanging out with those boys. So i never interfered or never tried making friends with them.

But there was one guy, Naveen. He was different from others. He was my best friend. He was always there for me in my problems and in my happy times.
I could sail through this ocean because of him. He was my support,from exhibition to the ranks we took.

I could manage the misbehaviour of my classmates with Naveen so I didn't bother to tell these things to my parents.

It was Christmas holidays of 2000, when my world shattered,
my father was diagnosed with Oral Cancer.

He was soon operated on 24th Dec 2000. But the surgery didn't go well.

I was in Class 8th, when we bid goodbye to my Father. My life turned upside down after this incident.

The bullying didn't stop there. In class 9th, two boys from my class called up my relatives and said I was going around with a Christian guy and after that incident my uncles told they won't support me financially in my studies after class 12.

But I feel sad for the boys, cuz most of them are either jobless or haven't even completed their degrees.

That bullying has digged a deep hole into my heart and I carry those bad memories till now.

Its been 20 years for all those bullies but I remember ever bully as clear as glass.

My only regret is that i didn't share my issues with my parents if i would have shared, probably I wouldn't feel that mental torture so much and my life would be happier that time.

But I'm thankful for all those bullies as it has made me a Woman with a strongest heart and a healthiest mind.

So guys what I want to tell you here is, never ever ever back down if you are facing any issue. Don't give up. Share your issues and problems with your family and I'm dead sure they will find a solution for it.

Every incident is an experience by itself.
Sort out your issues and solve them one by one, one at a time.
And I know you will over come them with grace.

Love,
ERAM