STORY-SCHOOL FEES

I was studying in the sixth standard. A t about eleven my teacher asked me to get out of the class.”Unless you pay the fees, you cannot enter the class; don’t you know this is the last day?”

I came out, with tears in my eyes. My friend Lucy also came out. She is a beautiful girl who always remained with me when we play in the school. ”What is the matter, dear? Did you forget to bring money?”

“There is no money. The last ten rupee note was spent in buying kerosene from the ration shop.”

“What is your brother doing? I know your father is no more.”

“He is in the college; our uncle is sponsoring his studies.”

Lucy  searched her bag, I forgot the purse . Don’t bother, I will bring the money, come with me.”

We went to the bakery shop. She told the owner of the shop:”Give me hundred rupees; I forgot my purses at home.”

While returning to the school, she embraced me and said:” I have plenty of money with me. I shall pay your fees always. You coach me in arithmetic. So it is give and take. You are such a nice boy, “

From that day, it became my routine. She would take me on her scooty and I used to stay in her house for one hour. I got plenty of things to eat, including ice cream, which I like very much.

By the time we passed, tenth, our friendship turned into real love. “He is a Hindu boy. Do not forget that. If you something else in your mind, forget it. You can marry only a Christian boy.” This is what her father told her, she told me. “I will marry you only.” To seal our love, she kissed me again and again.

One  day, she came to meet my mother. I told her Lucy is a Hindu girl:”She is giving me money for fees. I like to marry her. Will you bless us?” She bowed and touched her feet. Mother said:”It is alright. You have chosen a good girl.” That was the beginning of sexual contact, our secret honey moon!

I was seventeen and plus two classes were added to our school. She told me: ”Your moustache is coming; I like men with body hair. “

When I joined the college, our link was broken. Before going her father gave me tuition fees @ Rs.  One thousand each month. He said:”You are a brilliant student. I shall sponsor your higher studies. Inform Lucy and I shall send the money.”

I got admission in Calicut. For higher studies in medicine, I had to go  London. This was aided by a philanthropic institution based in that city, where my friend in the college had contacts. I continued my stay in London, by joining a Government Hospital.

When I returned to India,  my mother who now lived in a newly built house, had become very weak.  She asked:”Has that girl been married?”

“Yes mother.”

I went there. Luc y has become fat. She began to cr. I was at a loss about what to say. By that time, her father also came. I touched his feet. ”Sir, but for you, I would have been  school teacher or clerk.  Where is Lucy’s husband?”  “He has left her. Now she is thinking of becoming a nun or something like that. His brother also came to see who has come. With him came a half witted girl, limping slightly. Otherwise, she is comely.

I called her,” Come baby.” I examined her. “Let me have a piece of paper.”

I asked her to write her name. She wrote “margarette”. The letters were slanting to one side and then in the next direction. Her head was somewhat soft at certain points. After some time I asked ”Is there scanning facility anywhere here?”

They were not certain. I told Lucy:” We shall take her to Chandigarh. There I am confident of finding remedy, if necessary by a simple neurosurgery, which is my specialty. ” They asked me to stay there.

She called me to her room:” He is a drunkard. I told my father that I want divorce. The proceedings are going on in the family court. Now my father has changed. One day he told me;” Daughter, I did a mistake, by refusing marriage with that Hindu boy.” She began to cry. I embraced her and kissed her in the mouth, till my thing stood up, ready to fight. Forgetting where we are,  we did it.

Next day we all including both the brothers, left for Chandigarh. The surgery was successful and we returned after a month, fully satisfied.

I married Lucy. We went to London, along with my mother.