She thought that it was a dream…
Everything around her was so blurred…
She could not understand a single word he was saying. He was saying everything so fast. Nothing was making sense. She wanted to run away from him. She wanted to run away from the students glaring and laughing at her. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. But she knew he looked at her menacingly as he read aloud from the piece of paper in his hand. She could recognize her handwriting. She was in tears. With her teary eyes she was trying to search for the rascal to whom she had written those words. She looked past the students laughing at her. He was nowhere to be seen. How ashamed she was of herself. She was all alone while the rascal whom she had written the letter was probably enjoying in some corner of the school.
She didn’t understand why it was happening to her. She still doesn’t understand why it happened to her…
But it was so mortifying. It was mortifying to face the English teacher read aloud from her letter. It was mortifying to hear the rascal’s classmates giggling behind her back. It was mortifying to enter her own classroom after this incident. It was all the more mortifying to enter the school premises every day. Suddenly from that day onwards all eyes would be upon her. Everyone laughed at her.
Her friends left her. They stopped talking to her as their elder sisters forbade them from talking to her. It killed her. She was all alone. All alone in her misery. She felt miserable.
It was miserable to be all alone – everyone had rejected her. Little did she know that He too was rejected and all alone 2000 years back. Like her, He too was all alone when they crucified Him for no fault of His.
Was it her fault?
Yes, but it was mortifying…The teacher could have dealt with her differently…
How she wished that this all was just a dream…
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