26/07/2015

Entry 6

 

                            26/07/2015

 

I met Amit in seventh grade. He had moved to Bangalore from Delhi. The typical North-Indian boy who thought he was better than everyone else in the class. He was loud and obnoxious. I used to love Manisha ma’am till she made him sit next to me. He annoyed me all day. I don’t know how or when it happened but Amit and I became friends.