Why does it matter when you have found your lost love?

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Anu was like any other kid on the first day of school, puzzled and frightened. She held on to her Mum’s saree while they walked to the classroom, along with her dad a little ahead of both. There was pandemonium inside the classroom which didn’t offer her any kind of consolation. Kids were crying, some fighting and parents trying their best to console them. Anu would cry anytime now and she grabbed her Dad’s thumb without leaving her Mum’s pallu.

Her Dad and Mum noticed her face which has turned red now. Like parents of all Montessori kids, they were prepared for this. Suddenly her dad deviated her attention to the bowl of toffees on the teacher’s table. “Anu, aren’t those your favourite chocolates?”. A bewildered Anu looked at the direction her dad pointed. She replied in affirmation in an almost inaudible voice, “Yes”, still terrified. “These are for you kids. Why don’t you run and get a few before the bowl is empty?”, her dad said. She gave a blank look to her dad. Her Mum urged her, “Look, the teacher is waving at you. Go ahead dear.” Anu went ahead and picked a chocolate from the bowl. The teacher standing by the table told her she can take one more. Gladly she took another one and ran back. But she did not see her parents where she left them. She looked at both directions and could not spot them inside the room. There is no sign of them and she started trembling out of panic.

“Anu!!!”, her dad called her out of through the window. She saw her Mum and Dad waving at her. She ran to the window. “Mum, Dad. Where were you? I am coming.”

“Anu, don’t worry. We are here only. Be with the other kids”, her Mum said.

Her teacher interrupted their conversation, “Hello Anu, Why don’t you come meet your friends?”, the teacher grabbed her by the arm. Anu went with her but her gaze fixated on her parents. She settled down on one of the chairs meant for the new joinees. She sat to a boy who was already finishing the third chocolate. Suddenly she was reminded of her chocolates. While searching for her parents, she dropped them on the floor. She could see someone had stamped them. “Alas! Those were my favourite”, she regretted.

The class was quieter now. All the parents were huddled outside the classroom making themselves visible for their wards. Anu was making sure her parents are there by the window now and then. She started inspecting the classroom. The room was pretty colourful. There were pictures of flowers, birds and animals. She saw some rocking chairs on one corner of the class and wondered why they aren’t made to sit on one of them. It would have been more fun.

Suddenly a chocolate wrapper fell on her lap. The boy next to Anu looked determined to finish as many chocolates as possible. He was now on his fifth chocolate as Anu counted the wrappers. She took the wrapper from the lap and as she was about to throw it away, her teacher reprimanded “Anu, throw the wrapper in the waste bin”. She went to the corner where the bin was kept and deposited the wrapper in the bin which was already filled with wrappers of different colours.

As she walked back, she saw a chart with some symbols hung on the wall. The symbols were so beautiful that she was mesmerised by them. She hadn’t seen anything prettier than the magical images carefully decked on boxes of similar size. Unknowingly, she walked towards the wall and started examining them. It was the alphabet chart.

Anu got adjusted to the school and made some friends. She was a silent and obedient kid.

Anu loved home works on writing. She was the first to finish the works in class. When it comes to writing she exactly followed the teacher’s instructions and did not miss to get a star as a token of appreciation for her work.

As Anu advanced to higher grades, she experimented with her handwriting. She wrote on ruled and un-ruled notebooks to understand which suits her handwriting the best. At times, she noticed better handwriting and tried to imitate them. Somehow Anu felt a connection with writing and relished it. Thus, went on her writing endeavours.

Years passed. Everyone started switching to computers for studies, work, taking notes including Anu.

The pen and paper-based writing became almost impossible as days progressed and Anu too followed the course.

One day Anu, now in her mid-twenties was sipping the morning tea enjoying the morning sun on a holiday. She glanced at the newspaper on the table, which had an advertisement. The ad had a celebrity’s testimonial in supposedly her own handwriting. In the end, there was her signature, which was eye-catching. Anu grabbed a pen and tried to replicate the beautiful curves of the signature. She almost got it right. Then she went on to place her own beautiful signature under that. “Not bad”, she thought.

She abruptly went to her study, grabbed a notebook and started writing, writing and writing.

What is it about? May be about what she has planned for the day, a story she had in mind, a poem, a grocery list?

Why does it matter when you have found your lost love?