A friend

Sambu told head master was calling me. Surendra sir was our head master in our village school. I was scared why Surendra sir might call me. I had pushed a friend yesterday who got minor injury. My intention was not to hurt him, but unfortunately he got hurt. I felt bad when my class teacher asked my father's name. Class teacher scolded me and warned me not to repeat such thing. Nextday my head master called me. What might be the reason? Will he scold me for the same mistake? I was scared but went to office. Surendra sir welcomed me and introduced me to a 11 year boy whose name was Dharmendra Biswal. Sir told me that Dharmendra joined our school. After completing 5th class in his village school, Dharmandra joined our school. Sir asked Dharmendra to sit with me. He told father of Dharmendra that I was a good student and it would be good if Dharmendra sits with me. I felt good.Dharmendra was well built and smart.

We students were sitting in a single row of benches. On the first four rows girls were sitting. I was sitting on the 5th row. I was not satisfied sitting on that row as black board was away from me. I had respect for ladies but I thought my friends (girl) sitting on first bench were not interested for studies.Otherwise who will eat pickles when sir was teaching? I had complained sir that I was not interested to sit on 5th bench. One day I came to the front and sat on a chair near sir. I had to return to my original place as girls started asking me lot of questions. Why girls talk more? I do not know the answer. Dharmendra and me started sitting with each other.

Dharmendra wanted me to call him by his nick name i.e. Bunu. He stated me calling me by my nick mane. I helped him learning math while he tought me how to swim. We started sharing lunch as we were not happy with our own home made food. How a child can same food for 11 years? I ate food prepared by mother of Bunu while he ate food meant for me. I gave sweet mangoes of my garden to him, and he got masala dosa for me. One year was passed happily. That day was send off party for 7th class students. I asked Bunu to come to my home after party. He denied which hurted me. He was feeling shy or he did not like me much? I thought may be I was not his best friend. Two drops of tear came out from my two eyes. This was the first time when I was crying for any relationship. My teacher saw me crying and convinced Bunu to go to my home. I was happy when he came to my home.