Standing on the roadside Alisha watched her elder sister Amisha clothed in neat school uniform which comprised of white shirt, grey tie with red stripes, a smart dark grey skirt along with a matching belt walk elegantly in shining black shoes on the feet covered in beautiful frilled white socks that matched perfectly with rest of the school uniform. Apparently Alisha’s heart longed to accompany her sister to the school.
“Ma, I will also go to school like Amisha didi”, Alisha was whimpering on her way back home. Every morning she would come down from her apartment at 10th floor with her mother and sister to see her elder sister off to school but watching Amisha clad in colorful school uniform go by the bicycle with the domestic help Puneet, Alisha always demanded of her mother that she too should be sent to school like her sister.
Following her mother as Mrs Sharma would go about completing various house chores was the only way little Alisha would spend her day until her elder sister Amisha would come back from school.
Also when Amisha, the elder sister would narrate each day’s happenings at school to Mrs Sharma, little Alisha would register minutest of the events with great admiration. In her imaginative mind school had begun to shape up as a very eventful place for fun.
As the month of July neared and the new session was about to begin, mother bought the form for Alisha’s admission in the school. An excited Alisha accompanied her sister and parents to the school to take admission test. Mrs Sharma had taken great care in preparing Alsiha to take this test but still apprehensive of her performance they waited outside impatiently while Alisha was inside the principal’s room to take the interview.
Few minutes later a chirping Alisha confidently walked out of the interview room. Curious about the proceedings of a formal interview of their five ear old both the parents rushed to her to ask the questions she had faced inside. Completely belittling their concerned gaze Alisha related her interview airily, “They asked –“What is your name?” I asked –“Alisha”. They asked-“Where do you live?” I asked- “In my house.” Just that’s it. They asked no more”. Complete with her narration she tried getting past her parents to avoid attention but in the hurry tripped over a boulder lying in the courtyard. Before Alisha could blow her serenade as a result of the unexpected fall, her father lifted her in his arms.
Mrs Sharma looked confused as she quoted her daughter with an awful expression, “I asked? You asked or you told?” Alisha who had done enough practice of rhyme recitation and spelling practice in past few days was too relaxed to bother answering any of her mother’s queries and so in reponse she considered it better to doze off while she was still ensconced in comfort of her father’s arms.
After hearing a baffling account of her interview both the parents were doubtful of her admission, so Mr Sharma decided to inquire from one of the teachers sitting in the interview session.
“At this age children are very reluctant to speak but looking at the confidence and eagerness for conversation in your child we have overlooked her grammatical errors and have granted her the admission”. Hearing these words Mr Sharma confirmed of Alisha’s admission shared a smile of affirmation with his wife and elder daughter conveying that the chatterbox lying dormantly on his shoulder was quite capable to niche its own place.
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