As a young girl, I nurtured hatred for another girl in my class. Her name was Akruti. She used to ask favors from me requesting me to write a bad paper in the exams so that she did not have any competition with me and could be sure about standing first in the class. She showed me a bruised palm. She was beaten up by her parents due to her fault of not standing first in the class.
I never quite understood the kind of parents who would subject a child to so much torture. My mind debated with the multiple ideas going on through it. I wanted to somehow find out that whatever story she narrated me was self made and hypocrisy on her part. Day in day out, I tried to understand my classmate's situation better and whether or not I should give in to what she had expressed to me. One night, I had a dream about her parents beating her up and what I couldn't see clearly was that her parents had horns on their heads. They were easily recognizable in the crowd as being Akruti's parents. I woke up with a jolt!
Hmm.. So now I had a clear picture of her parents about how could I make sure that they treated Akruti miserably. So, my little investigative mind began with it's own investigations. Now, my liberal nature would definitely not allow me to surrender to the emotional atyachaar of my classmate. So obviously I did not budge anyhow from my determination of scoring well and being a good girl I studied everything.
The day of our exams dawned and I came out with a victorious smile on my face from the examination hall. I could see she was already waiting for me with a grim expression on her face. I greeted her and she asked me how was my paper. I told her my paper was good. She produced a fake smile and then I excused myself.
During our results, I was looking for her parents specifically. Trying very hard to find them with the horns either or a grumpy face so that I could finally be content that such kind of people do exist. After a while her parents made an appearance. I was quiet taken aback because I seen a set of lovely couple smiling contentedly at their daughter's achievements. And no! They did not have any horns on them. Only Akruti had a grumpy look on her face since it was me and not she who was the first rank holder in the class. Her parents were trying to pacify her sinking heart and explaining her it's nothing got to do with grades but that she was a good student who respected her teachers and elders and strives hard to be better.
I finally came to peace with my revolting state of mind and now knew that Akruti had tried to see if she could gain some luck by presenting herself as being helpless and whether she could actually fool me. That it was her own desire to hold a first rank for which she created some imaginary story. Huh!