Hi friends. This is the second post in the ‘Little Girl Series’ for children which is being written for My Friend Alexa.
The illustration is by my nine year old daughter, Sarah.
It was a large playground. Rows of girls stood in pigtails and blue ribbons, knee length pleated skirts and blue blazers. The little girl watched them from a distance, marching to the beat of a huge drum. She stood there wearing an oversized brown coat. She liked the idea of a school uniform. They didn’t have one in kindergarten. So, in winters her mother made her wear the brown overcoat every day. It concealed her colourful pullovers. Moreover, she didn’t like being so repetitive. But she wasn’t given a choice.
She tried looking for her friend from kindergarten who had joined the big school almost a year ago. But all girls looked the same from a distance. However, she was able to recognize the woman at the podium- the one in a white dress and a blue veil. Oh, she too was wearing the same set of clothes!
‘I am not the only one,’ the little girl thought.
She looked at her father. He seemed worried. Over the past one year, her parents had visited the big school several times. But they had never taken her along. Yesterday, mother made her sit down and told her that she might have to appear for a test again. Did she remember her tables?
Mother didn’t know she had revised them every night in bed. Mother also didn’t know they were little interested in tables. They were only interested in greetings… probably.
The playground echoed with prayers and songs, as the little girl attempted to make sense of all that was happening. Once or twice she tried asking her father a few questions, but he seemed preoccupied with something else. As the drums began to beat again, the little girl saw the woman in white dress walking towards them. Her blue veil flowing behind her. There was an addition to her accessories, which were limited to a wrist watch last time. A pair of glasses now sat on her nose.
“Good morning!” the little girl shouted.
“Good morning!” came the prompt reply. The little girl smiled with her chin up.
“You can come along. We will put her in one of the classes,” the woman said to the father.
She then led them to the centre of the playground where some girls still stood in long rows, waiting for their turn to go back to class. The little girl took small, quick steps to keep pace with the grown ups. A box of pencils and erasers rattled in her bag. Her cheeks felt warm. So did the rest of her body. The overcoat was not such a good idea for today.
“Ma’am,” the woman in the blue veil addressed another lady in a white salwar kameez. “This little girl is going to join us. I think we can give her a place in your class.”
“My class!” The teacher raised her eyebrows. Immediately, several horizontal lines filled her white forehead.
“There’s no place, sister. I already have forty girls. We could check in section C.”
‘Sister! Did she say sister?’ wondered the little girl.
The two women then walked up to a lady wearing a beautiful floral sari and a crisp black waistcoat. Her curly, black hair fell on her shoulders. She looked at the little girl through the corner of her eye as the ‘sister’ spoke to her.
“I do have place in my class but I would like to conduct a little test. Will that be fine?” she asked looking down at the little girl.
Before she could give her consent, the little girl’s father said, “Yes! Of course!”
The little girl spent the next half-an-hour in a classroom full of other girls and while they listened to their beautiful teacher in a floral sari, she sat in a corner writing some papers. She also wrote tables of two, five and ten. Sometimes she could feel the other girls secretly looking at her. Who would she be asked to sit with? She looked around and thought.
At the end of half-an-hour, the little girl handed over her paper to the teacher.
“She has done very well,” said the teacher to her father.
Her father wanted to take the little girl home but the teacher insisted she start school that very day. So, the little girl stayed back.
It had all been quicker than she had imagined. She thought of the kindergarten. Would they miss her now?
The teacher held her little hand and introduced her to the class. She was given a seat in the front row, beside a lanky girl with brown eyes and long fingers whose hair reminded her of a poodle. The little girl looked around to see if there was anyone else with curly hair.
‘Only two,’ she counted ‘including the teacher.’
It was an exciting evening. The little girl’s family went out to shop for her new school. She needed new books, tiffin-box and colours. She was also required to get her uniform stitched.
‘Finally,’ she thought.
She wanted to go and meet her friends at the kindergarten once and tell them about her new school, but she didn’t know if she could. She would have to ask mother.
They entered a rather big tailoring shop. J-A-N-A-K-I-D-A-S, she read.
The man at the counter took the measurements. Did she want the skirt a little low so that it could be used the next year as well? Mother thought it was a good idea.
As they walked out of the shop, the little girl asked her father, “When will they give the uniform?”
“In a week’s time,” he replied.
“Oh! What will I wear to school until then?” she wanted to know.
“The brown coat. It will keep you warm,” her mother replied.
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