Zaarti



Ever since I was a little girl… I had a very intense feeling of possessing a name beginning with “Z”.I used to think within, if I had a name starting with “Z” how lucky I would be?  

I would think, may be being “Zebra”, I would not have to sit in the front rows in my class & I would have become a Famous back bencher, would have the fun of eating all my lunch before recess & on being caught & getting the punishment I would have showcased my bravery by being punished & would have stood out of the class & would have escaped from the boring lectures. I would have become a heroin (as I would have proved it by being confronted with my teacher), a trendsetter, not merely a “girly- girl" but a Rough & Tough One.
May be being “Zubaida”, I would have had my oral tests at last & would have prepared by my turn by asking from my friends what teacher was asking?

May be being “Zarine” could have provided me those last 5 minutes before teacher could snatch answer sheets in exam.
I never sat on back benches, never did I have my oral tests at the end, I never had my lunch before recess & I never got those last 5 minutes before teacher could snatch my answer sheet in exams. Nothing changed for me but my fantasies of being a “Z-edie” never ended. At times I used to think how it would be? If I had been Zaarti ??

 

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