Garima would be one of the nicer people I know. She is one of those people who try, mostly successfully, not to think ill of others. Garima used to study in my school and was in fact the first person I spoke to when I came to my school, back in the seventh grade. I arrived just in time for assembly the first day of school, I rushed up to class, where as per usual Kendriya Vidyalaya tradition, two students stay ‘on duty’ to arrange the chairs and clean the blackboard and class before the teacher arrives to take attendance, while the others are forced to attend the boring diurnal ritual of assembly. Anyway, this is Garima’s page and I am veering away from the topic. She was one of the students on duty and she said something to the effect of, “You can keep your bag there.” Whatever it was, she spoke in English. At that time I had just arrived from Lucknow, the capital of one of the states having the lowest literacy levels in the country(despite the fact that they have the coolest bhaiyas). To hear someone speak to me in English as a natural means of communication was somewhat astounding. I was later to realize that this was Bombay, and ‘that’s the way to do it’. At the time however, I was terribly impressed.

Garima is presently, as of August, in Delhi. I have maintained correspondence via mail (the type which requires stamps to be affixed on little packets known as envelopes) as she does not have access to the internet. Today, the 30th of November, happens coincidentally to be her birthday.

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