There was this time when I used to lose an eraser each day; not even that innumerous number of pencils which had eraser at the end…Ma used to say they were special as they were especially brought by my Dada who is always special. Fights and screams over pencil eraser and scale were common in 1^st grade. I don’t even know who steals my eraser scale pencils with eraser at the end. As a matter of fact I suspect Raghav who sits next to me; even though he stays calm and quiet; while I am away to wash my hand  he throws my box away and eats my snacks. I don’t know when this grudge started. I don’t even remember the time I talked to him. He is so nasty. I used to complain about him to everyone and yap that’s why I got this name “COMPLAIT BOX”!! Err!! I hate it when he calls me that!
                                                       Time passed from eraser scale to pen and ink rubber; still Raghav was in my class….the same irritating friend of mine. I never did like his character. I have many friends in school and the best ones where Gyara and Tyana… oh! I just love their company..; once Gyara gave me this pink box with Pretty flowers on it!! As usual Raghav threw it away..!! Ah it was sudden reaction. I reacted furiously unknowingly I shouted at him; which was never meant to happen. That made everything worst. After all years silence broke. Something burned between us; a flame; with no time the fight turned worse. A complete silence started; it turned out to be ego; a fight between two minds. The time went by; got shuffled. Gyara and tyana in one class and me in other…it was hard at 1^st as I was never used to it…err Gyara and Tyana used to tell me about the good old times which made me more depressed; even the fights made me mad and unhappy most of the days! Left me screaming…I complained to the teacher that NO more RAGHAV.
                                             There was this time I got so depressed by the chaos I cried like anything. How much more could I stand??All the time I kept quiet when I lost an eraser, pen and ink rubber! I couldn’t stand a bit; for am a 10 year old girl who has the right to speak as a citizen….but speak to whom? My politics text didn’t explain that. I cried and cried until I was tomato red! Best part was I didn’t have my lunch as I was fast asleep in my bench with pink box as pillow. I couldn’t sleep well as I was disturbed by the same old Raghav. This time he ate my lunch claiming that he was hungry. Then what was I?? A vessel with a hole? Won’t I get hungry? I started crying. To my surprise he gave me a chocolate, it was struck with dead ants…I didn’t take it. Went back home; sat back relaxed and thought… a sweet girl like me didn’t take the old candy? Was I mean?! Didn’t it affect my sweet image?! Ma gave me 2 special pencils; I gave 1 to Raghav to show am sorry…wahh he didn’t take it…!!Err! Where in the world I thought to give him my special pencil? I have been a fool of all time. Fool with extra ‘o’s. Regret, regret, regret I wish I could go back to 1^st grade with Gyara and tyana….
                                        Days passed and I don’t remember losing my pen and rubber most of the days. Raghav; he don’t irritate me now…he kept quiet most of the days….I asked him why he don’t irritate me; he didn't reply instead opened the pouch in his bag. and you know this guy always surprise me. The pouch was filled with eraser, scales with my name on it..!!Oh my god I screamed my nuts out….my forever lost special pencils with erasers at the end. This boy Raghav has kept all those pen and my special pencils for all those years? He didn’t mean to steal all those things on purpose? But why? Oh I was screaming seeing my favorite pink eraser that Tyana gave me!! Oh I missed it so much!  I asked him why he has done all this? He said once he asked me this pink rubber and i didn’t give it. From that day onwards he decided to steal my erasers and stuff, for all these years he is telling me this now? This was the grudge he was having against me?? An eraser? I don’t even remember those days at 1^st grade as I was busy crying. I started laughing like anything I gave my pink eraser to him and told him to take any of the erasers he liked. And Wola! From then on, there was no stealing. There came to an end of the story of SCREAMING STARLETS who kept on screaming happily ever after!! J