Saturday, October 28, 2006

Four Girls - Preethi - Don't know what it is


“Hey, run, run”. Raji is shouting. “We are going to miss the bus otherwise”. Bus arrived right in time. We had to really rush to get in the bus. It is alright today. Doesn’t look too crowded. Did do a sneak peek back to see if he is there today too. He always waits there. Purple tinted white shirt. Must bee regal blue his mother uses. Momma’s boy. Does your mother know your this particular routine? He is quick too. He always is. He has boarded the bus too. He always does. Raji doesn’t know anything about it. Haven’t told her. Is there any significance in there to tell her? I don’t think so. I am not that kind of girl you know. It is just that after all someone boards the same bus. No; actually it is not his regular bus. I found that out when I saw him waiting restlessly the other day when I missed this bus. Yep, I did not miss to note his smile with relief when he saw me little later that day. Ha. What do you think I am, I am not any less smart, am I? One day when Raji was off, I got down at the same stop as his. I know. He was puzzled. Didn’t care. I went to the florist and pretended as if I was buying something. Then I followed him. He took next bus that took him back to his regular route to go home. I know what you are going to say. Hey, it is me remember. I know what I am doing. Nope. I am not that kind of girl. Don't try to confuse me. Nope it is not what you think. It is just I want to know what is going on around me, that is all. That is all it is. Oh; it is my stop. I have to get down here. See ya Raji. I wave. She waves back. What was that my tuition teacher told me? Lemme check my after-school notebook. Father has taught me well. He is very organised you know. I take after my father, they all tell me. I am the rettaivalu of my family. Aha, it is history today. Thank god. There is no homework for history. Ok. Bye bye for today. Sorry teacher I am late today. I rush in to my tuition class looking for a place to sit.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Four Girls - Meena - Don't know what it is


I look around. Hope no one noticed me. Just a quick look back down the road. Yeah. I see his legs. He is still following me. He doesn’t live in my street. To his home, there is another straight route. But he still comes in this route. Also I see him waiting in that corner and following after me everyday after school. I go to my teacher’s house for tuition. I am bit relieved that he doesn’t follow me to my home or anywhere near my area. I don’t know how exactly I feel about it. I certainly do not like it. I am not that type of girl you know. But I still feel excited when I see his legs following me. I cannot stop my head turning around to look for his legs when I approach that corner where he waits for me and then follows me. One day I didn’t see his legs. That made feel little, how should say, not exactly upset, not exactly sad either, certainly confused and wanted enquire, Oh that might be right, I just wanted to know. You know, just my enquiring mind. That must be it then. It was just my enquiring mind. No, I recognise his legs and feet very well actually. I know his hawaii slippers. Slightly worn and faded a little. Not too bad you know. I like the fact that he is not wasting money on buying new one, when this old one is still in good condition. He is the right sort of guy for a good family. I know his family. They are good people. He studies well too, I have heard. Well, not too bad, actually. Grades in his class do not necessarily mean good character, do they? Sargunam in my class, though is a good competitor for me, doesn’t exactly qualify as a good charactered boy, does he? I must say I feel ashamed to have lost my grades to him in the last monthly test. I made sure I didn’t lose out in the quarterly exam. I came first. I don’t mind losing it to Anandhi. Never to Sargunam. He is an arrogant boy. Doesn’t think girls are any worth. Meeran is fine. He is a good friend of mine. He shows his marks and I show my marks to him always. We exchange notes too. Not a problem. Sargunam thinks he is something really big. He doesn’t answer to any question in the class. It is only in the exams somehow he makes it to good enough marks worthy enough to spy around to get a sneak peek at his marks. I have reached my teacher’s house. Just a quick look back. I smile to see those slippers guarding those feet resting at the corner seeing me off for today. Bye bye for today.