AnuPre Childhood OS: FRIEND

WHEN ANURAG BASU WAS EIGHT YEARS, three months and three days old, he saw how colorful Prerna Sharma could make her life with her fairytales and a simple plastic ruler. She was Rajesh uncle ki beti, new in Kolkata, and he remembered how he had dropped the KitKat she was happily eating last day. Smiling to himself, he twirled the pencil through which he was writing - making patterns on the paper with rainbow bequeathing. He rambled off the word, -

SORRY :(

- on the paper, and tore away the page from his notebook. Again glancing back in her direction, he saw how she wasn't playing with her ruler anymore; in fact she twirled her pencil between her fingers, her eyes fixed on the open notebook. And the next moment he saw how her eyes - lovely brown - lit up and twinkled. The same moment, her pencil finally met the paper; the words flowing beautifully and Anurag realised that Prerna looked pretty while she was writing, something which she probably enjoyed.

He silently sauntered towards her bench, and gave her the note. Prerna unfolded the paper neatly, and saw that he was apologising for the last day. "You could've just told me," she told him smilingly, "It's okay. I hardly minded. I knew it wasn't intentional."

"Friends then?" Anurag grinned.

Prerna shrugged cheekily, "Friends and all is cool, but you still owe me a KitKat."

At that, both of them burst into fit of giggles.