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The Ordeal Panic attacks
The road stretched out ahead, a ribbon of asphalt cutting through the countryside. Inside the car, a scene of turmoil unfolded. Rithanya's condition was again deteriorating rapidly from her peaceful slumber. Her breathing had turned shallow, and panic was evident in her eyes. It was as if an invisible vice was tightening around her throat, constricting her airways. Her hands, once steady, were now trembling uncontrollably, and the sensation was draining from her fingers, leaving them numb. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, glistening like dewdrops in the early morning sun. Yet, despite the heat that was coursing through her body, she was overcome by chills that racked her form.Amma stood by helplessly, her heart aching as she witnessed her daughter's suffering. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of fear and despair. She wanted to soothe Rithanya, to make the pain go away, but she felt utterly powerless. All she could do was hold onto Rithanya's hand, a silent
The Ordeal Home coming
The instant their car hit a speed breaker and she experienced a bumpy ride because of the pits and falls in the road, Rithanya knew that they have neared their house. It was dusk. The evening diyas, the clay lamps lit up the entrance of every house. The car took a sharp left turn and halted.Hearing the car, Dadda and Satvik rushed to the doorstep. “Hello, little one! Welcome home!” Dadda greeted Rithanya with open arms.Rithanya tried to get down. But she limped and lost her balance. The poor girl could not reach the shelter of her daddy's arms. She was caught by Satvik before she fell.Dadda and Satvik carried Rithanya home while the driver helped Amma to carry things inside from the car. The driver waved a bye to Rithanya saying, “Sleep well, Papa. Take rest and you will be fine soon. You won’t need me to take you back to school. You will commute by bus, you will see that! Now, good night ma!”Dadda ca
The Ordeal Rithanya gets her results
It was half-past six in the morning and the Garden City was sluggishly wakening from a sunrise slumber. In a place like hers, the month of May marked the peak of summer and the morning light was playing hide and seek through the window curtains. Rithanya was still sleepy as she woke up to some unusual bustle, rubbed her eyes and looked around her. Scratching her head, she slowly walked down the hallway to the living room. Her family was assembled there and a tense atmosphere prevailed. She looked at her father. The 5’6” figure with his tummy outgrowing his body and salt and pepper hair on a balding head, kept on punching numbers on his Nokia 1600 on the veranda. His face showed annoyance.Probably the other person is not picking up the phone, she thought. Wonder what worries him. Varadarajan – Her father, whom they called Dadda, was a headmaster in a reputed city school who taught science to the super senior level students or the Grade 12 ‘kids’.Rithanya's eyes looked for her mother.
The Ordeal Which school will take her?
“It is just 968,” said father rushing inside. Rithanya was looking at him in awe. Both Dadda and Amma seemed a bit disappointed. Satvik was too confused to show any sort of emotion. He was stumbling over his expressions.“Yay! 88 per cent. Wow, I aimed for 85% but I have got more.” Rithanya exclaimed with joy. If any of you do not know how to add fuel to the burning fire, you should probably approach Rithanya. For, she was doing exactly that with her words.“Well, I am disappointed with you. I was expecting you to score above 1000 out of 1100. So, it remains my dream!” said Dadda.“No Dadda. I am content with 85% and now the additional 3% is a bonus and I can celebrate it, right? If I had aimed for 95% and had got only 88% I would not be able to celebrate.” Rithanya responded in a merry mood.“I should have seized the bike and stopped you from playing matches. You would have scored better.” Amma’s disappointed voice came from the corner of the room.“No Amma, I would have failed if yo
The Ordeal All new school
For a girl born and brought up in the hustle and bustle of a metropolitan city with high rise buildings and snail-paced traffic, rural villages were a wonder. Rithanya’s new school was located 380 kilometres away from her home city, Bangalore, with a tedious eight-hour journey by bus and no connectivity via rail or air. So her parents decided to take their car and drive to the village where the school was located. Loading the extra-large suitcase, bags and books, and all other miscellanies, Dadda and Satvik occupied the front seats with Dadda driving; she and her mother were seated at the back. Rithanya relaxed enjoying the scenery. Her parents never knew how village atmosphere could offer boundless happiness to a city-bred girl of 16 years. On both sides of the road, the vast countryside spread in green splendour cultivated with paddy, sugarcane and bananas bathed in bright sunshine. It was a feast to the eyes of one who loved nature without any bias. Rithanaya liked the place wholeh
The Ordeal Getting acquainted with hostel folks
Has anyone ever thought for a minute how one gets a gang of friends? Well, it all just happens in hostel life. Rithanya's new roommates were depressed missing their parents. She was the only person who remained happy in the room, laughing at others and making fun. She began talking to her roommates, going around the room, hugging them and consoling them. Raised as a city girl it was easy for Rithanya to shed inhibitions and begin the interaction to make friends. There were five more girls in her room; Janet, Rheya, Fowzia, Diva, and Moni.Fowzia and Diva were classmates from high school days. Fowzia could not speak the local language and knew only Urdu, Hindi and English. She was a devout Muslim. The warden and the school instructed her not to wear the burqa inside the school campuses. So, she had requested for full-sleeved uniforms and permission to wear hijab, the covering for the hair. Moni was a very shy girl who talked sparsely. She just cried and cried and cried. Maybe she had b
The Ordeal Getting ready
It was five in the morning. Alarms shrieked from every room in the hostel. The whole building reverberated with the sound. On top of it, the warden was walking through all the corridors, calling out to everyone to wake up and get ready.With shivers, Rithanya woke up from her sleep. It was a very different experience for her. She had never got such a wakeup call in her lifetime. Amma used to give her a lovely wake-up call which would eventually turn into a wake-up yell. Dadda would come to her room to give her a wake-up kiss and Rithanya would pull him next to her, hug him tight and get back to sleep. Finally, she would give in to the wake-up-call-turned-yell and sluggishly walk to find Amma in the holy, sacred room called the kitchen, doing something or the other, mumbling a prayer. She would inhale the blissful aroma of her mother's cuisine. Like a cat, she would slowly get behind her, hug her and get admonishments for diluting her piousness. Rithanya shrugged and got up from her b
The Ordeal At the classroom
The girls entered their classroom. There was a big metal door with a name board XI-BE1. She had never seen such a big section name. Stepping into her classroom, Rithanya was shocked to see that there were almost 60 students in the class. Twenty benches placed ten each in two columns. Some benches had five girls. Some had three girls and some four.She was fuddled. Seriously? So many people in one class? How will the last bencher hear what the teacher is teaching? How will the last benchers see what the teacher writes on the board?The six girls finally settled in one bench – third from the last row and on the right side of the class. Some gangs are formed only at that time. Most of the girls were sitting with girls from their hometowns or neighbourhoods. She found such rules for gang formation very funny. She thought, Probably, I should write a guide on ‘how to become friends easily’ targeting the hostel dwellers.All of a sudden, the whole class fell silent; it was pin-drop silence,
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