Nandini, a Novella, Chapter-2, We Become Friends

Nandini, a Novella, Chapter-2, We Become Friends

We Become Friends

Dipesh and I were schoolmates from the nursery. Dipesh was in St.AUGUSTAS Memorial for six months. Then his father left the place and came to ours which was although not so posh but all-convenient. So he was admitted to Radhamohon Smriti Bidyamandir, my school. As we started living in the same colony, our parents became good friends in no time. Though Dipesh’s family was Christian and we were Hindu, that was no bar in our relationship even at that point when we decided to marry. My family rather felt exuberant as Dipesh’s family was far more enriched than ours in every ground, economically or others. And everyone seeks security and safety for his daughter. Passion and sentiment are a fool’s paradise. So everything was settled from the cradle.

He was new in class and a bit shy. He used to feel awkward among his new friends, and new environment. So one day Aunty called us and introduced me to him at our family gathering.

“Dip, come beta, meet Nandini, lovely girl, and so smart. Say hello to her.”

He came but did nothing of the so-called formalities her mother instructed, just kept his chin dropped.

My mother beckoned me to give him candy and make friendship with him.

I bravely lifted his chin and shoved an unwrapped candy in his mouth. He was taken aback, but the test of it was so yummy that his face glared in relish.


He nodded.

“I will give you more if you promise to be a good friend.”

Our parents burst out in laughter.

Soon we started playing hide and seek under the table and at every corner of the house.

We became friends.

To be continued…

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