Patricia

Its not that i had to wait to learn french to come across this name to remember my school friend Patricia, patsy as we all called her. I have written a few posts about some special people who mean something to me. this one is dedicated to her.
She is a person i ve been searching for years like i searched for Prithvi and Sriram and ultimately found them on social networking sites.
Patsy was a dusky girl compelled to be silent throughout the class. For some strangely usual and common incident that happened in kindergarten, nobody spoke to her. nobody went close to her. there was one time when we boycotted the teacher for having touched her.
There are so many rude and cruel things we did to patsy, there were many times she cried for the indifference shown towards her. and sometimes she would just accept it and keep moving. She was actually a sweet girl who did not deserve this and left school somewhere in class 3, and never turned towards this side since. and i really hope her life elsewhere should have been good. Although her sister did study in the same school for long, none of us bothered to check why patsy left school.
But she was at no fault for what happened to her. By the time i came to class 9, i realized how bad she should have felt when she was actually innocent and what all of us did was inhuman.
I ve heard such stories from many people of boycotting some student in the class, and the whole class turns against that student. It apparently IS normal, but i feel i ve grown out of it, and everyone of us would have too.
I hope that patsy would read this post someday and come down to meet me, and when she does, i will give her a big hug and make up for all that happened in school.