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After another three hundred and sixty five days, our standards were promoted to fifth. We
were fifth standard kids now, somewhat grown up than the time we first met. It was almost
end of the session and Christmas was on the way. It was winters, her season! All the
students were playing in the playground and we both were having a good time talking
under the big tree on the periphery of the playground. The tenth standard seniors were
playing cricket and it was nothing else other than my sheer unluckiness that led the ball
after being hit by the batsman to whirl past my left ear at a tremendous speed, causing a
deep cut on part of my left cheek and the external ear. My red drops were pouring down
but the seniors paid no heed. But it was she, I had her near me. She immediately took out
her handkerchief and started wiping off my blood and tears. Yes, boys do cry when they
are kids. I was crying in pain and she walked along with me to the First Aid room. There the
nurse sterilized my cut and applied medicines and then dressed it, but I was in no condition
to attend class again. I was crying due to pain and the fact that it was her favourite season
added up to the pain. I’m talking of winters!
The nurse informed the teachers and had my parents called to take me home and asked
her to leave for class, but she won’t go. She requested the nurse to allow her to stay with
me there, till my parents arrived and the nurse being a kind lady, allowed her and she was
sitting by me all the time till my parents arrived. She planted a “get-well-soon kiss” on my
right cheek and left the room just before my parents entered.
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