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As I saw the trees and poles moving faster away from my view, Each and every milestone I passed by made me realize that I was one more mile away from home; my family, all my brothers and sisters. Brick buildings are replaced by fields now, everything is green as far as I could see. It looked pleasant and beautiful. For years I have been confined inside the walls of home. Our home, I mean orphanage has teachers to get us through primary schooling.
We occasionally had trips to the nearby places but never far away from home so it seems that suddenly I’m out from my shell.
“Little girl, the place you asked for is here.” The old man sitting next to me said breaking me out of my thoughts. I gathered my luggage which was a cheap satchel that my roommate borrowed me and I checked my pockets to see if it contained the letter.
I thanked him and he smiled gently giving me way to go. As the bus halted, I got down and there is a rustic looking person, carrying my name on a slate “Megha from Mother Theresa orphanage.” This has been my identity for years but now I will change it once and for all; there will be a day when people see me for who I am. I thought. I sighed and got down.

“Is this all little one?” the person asked with a thick accent of the region. I nodded. He opened the creaky doors of the truck and I got in. The truck smelled of vegetables and spilled milk. He got in and started the truck, it took him a while to do so, and the engine is noisy and ran slowly. As we neared by a farm, he impatiently honked and a little boy ran towards us to open the gate.

The farm house is indeed a beautiful sight to see, it’s a small brick building, the walls of it aren’t painted well exposing the brick color, there are large number of creepers over the walls, flowers blooming on them. I saw a women looking at us from the top window.

“Here we are. Go in…” he called. I stood with my legs shaking. New place…New people… How could I get on? “Come on in…” the lady I saw from the window called me from the main door.

I walked tentatively towards her, she is a good looking woman wearing a Sari that is tucked up giving the idea that she is working. She lowered her Sari down and pulled me in affectionately. I walked in… at the center of the house there is no roof, a mesh is laid on top and the light filtered in. That part is little down from the rest of the house’s flooring. She hurried me and gave me a mug of water to clean my legs and face since I traveled a long way.

She sat me on the chair and hurried into the kitchen to get me something to eat, I picked on the food and after that she showed me the whole house, lower floor, there is a kitchen and Mandir, a single bed room and a small living room with a color TV. Upstairs there are two bed rooms, one for her son who lives in town and comes occasionally. Another which I’m going to live is right beside it with a creeper at the window to climb down. My room is cozy compared to the one at the orphanage that I shared with six other girls.

“Get some rest you have had a long journey.” Mrs. Mehta said pointing me to the bed. I nodded. My body hurt so much with hours of sitting still; I badly wanted to stretch my muscles. As soon as she left I fell on the bed exhausted sleep consumed me soon enough.

The early morning rays woke me up; I cleaned up myself and went to help Mrs. Mehta. I may be a guest here but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t help them anyways I got to do something to repay their generousness. I walked into the kitchen wearing only other pair left with me.

Mrs. Mehta saw me coming me in, she sighed seeing me. “Are those the only clothes you have?” she asked. I nodded. She gestured me to follow her. She led me into my room and fished the drawers for keys and unlocked the cupboard. “You may use these.” She said waving her hands at the clothes present in it. “These belonged to my daughter.” She said hiding her face. I didn’t notice the change in her voice. “I’m perfectly fine with these besides your daughter might need those…” she interrupted,” she will never need these and she is never going to come back. “I could feel her pain in just uttering those words.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t know…” I stammered. “She met with an accident last year.” She sniffled. I gently rubbed her shoulders unable to think of saying something to console her. “Use these… she will be happy to help you if she was here.” She said and walked away.

I stayed there for a few minutes before following her. She remained silent and I started to cut the vegetables to help her. I thought of making conversation but left it that way.

“Go get ready before he comes, don’t want to be late for the first day of college.” She said shooing me away from the kitchen.


I wore pink salvarkameez, it seemed to fit me well. I stared at the image in the long mirror. “She looks good in my dress…” I heard someone whisper. I glanced over my shoulder and a found a girl standing beside me. I jumped a few yards back startled at her sudden appearance.

“Who are you?” I stammered. She glanced around suspiciously to conform that I’m speaking to her. “Do you see me?” she said waving her hands. “I can see you waving hands…” I said slyly.

She jumped high in the air and glided across the room, Wait!!! She is flying? I mean that isn’t possible. I looked at her she is pale and I can see right through her. “What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“Ever since I’m dead none can hear me or see Me.” she said. “What…?” I shouted. She walked right through me without bumping; “See?” she said smiling. My head reeled and I fell unconscious and I could hear her faint voice ringing in my ears to wake up.


“You are going to be late on your first day, Get up.” Mrs. Mehta urged. My eye lids fluttered open and I glanced nervously to see the unnatural thing but I didn’t find her. I sighed and thought that it was all my imagination.

Mr. Mehta is honking vigorously, I stood up as she checked if I had any signs of coming down with illness, I assured that I’m just nervous, she nodded halfheartedly. She packed my bag with a lunch box and I walked into the front door to see Mr. Mehta sitting inside his noisy truck waving his hands to come faster.

I ran towards him, the drive was a long one it took us 10 minutes to reach. St. Xavier, the college which I’m going to read in is a really topmost college in this region, I was offered full scholarship here or else I wouldn’t dare to step in such an institution.

“Have a nice day, I’ll come and pick you at 4pm.” He said smiling. I tried to smile but I was really nervous. I walked slowly towards the main gate, I wish I could go back but that makes me coward. I took deep breaths and walked in, at once I was struck by the grandeur of the building, and it is old and huge. Thousands of students were playing, gossiping, reading and just enjoying the nature. They all are well dressed and seemed to be right from movies. I started to make my way to the office to know schedule and location of my classrooms before I was stopped by a group of all giggly girls.

“Are you a new join?” they asked all bullying. I nodded.

“Are you dumb?”One of them asked faking sympathy. “No.” I replied and started to step aside and they rounded me. One of the tallest and most beautiful girls in the group approached me, “Not so soon…” At once I hated her voice.

“There is a tradition here to welcome the juniors in a different way…”she continued. All the other girls nodded, it seems like she is the queen and these are her maids. I laughed to myself at the thought. She glared at me.

“Tell me about yourself…”she said. “Why should I answer you?” I asked. Ignoring them I walked away. I heard them calling after me but I ignored them.

I got the schedule from the office room and walked into the class, I am the first to enter in the class, soon after the bell, and everyone started piling in. Everyone obviously ignored me as if I’m some trash. I could see their disgusted looks as soon as they saw me. I pretended that I didn’t care though I was crying inside.

I’m having mathematics first hour, I started to scribble down whatever the teacher said and whenever she asked a question, I was the one to answer it first. People stared at me as if I’m some museum piece but I enjoyed the class since I like mathematics. When the class is about to finish someone asked our teachers permission to come in. She sighed and looked at the girl, we followed her gaze. A girl about my height, skinny and tall, fair and hair barely touching her shoulders stood smiling.

Before the teacher could ask anything, she came in and started to explain, “I’m sorry madam but I went to the temple to pray since it’s my first day to college.” Our teacher nodded and she slipped beside me.

“Hi…” she said extending her hands. She is the only girl who spoke to me after coming here. “I’m Neha” she said smiling “Megha…” I said.

Our teacher hushed us. When she left the class she started pouring out her questions… but thankfully our science professor arrived but that doesn’t seem to stop her.

“Neha… “Mr. Rahul (our science professor) called. “Oops! Sorry… “She said laughing. “I thought you would change since you are moving to higher classes.” “Bad guess…”she mumbled.

He asked us to introduce ourselves; he seems more friendly then our Math’s professor Avanthi. When he heard my name he asked whether I was the student who is here with full scholarship, I nodded and he congratulated me and asked me to continue the same way.

“You have Full scholarship? That is great!” Neha exclaimed. I nodded before I could ask anything the bell rang and he left. English and our optional computer subjects followed soon.

“Come let’s go to the canteen…”Neha called. “It’s okay, I brought food from home.” I said. “Oh! Your mom seems to be very particular about food.” Soon whole class started piling out to the canteen; I was left alone in the class, all these people arealike. They all wear branded jeans shirts, girls wear designer wear and everything about them said that they all are high class people. After a

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