It was the start of Class 5. I walked into the classroom, still fixing my hair, and our teacher said, "Trishu, you’ll sit here today, Vidhi, shift next to her."
She came over with neatly tied hair, a shy smile, and said, "Hi… I’m Vidhi." I smiled back, "I’m Trishu."
That first day, we didn’t talk much, just swapped an eraser once. But at lunch, Vidhi turned to me and asked, "Want to share?" Before I could answer, she slid her tiffin towards me. Aloo paratha. And somehow, from that day, everything changed.
We became that pair, laughing in the middle of Maths, passing silly notes during Science, making up fake stories in History just to make each other giggle. We even made a secret handshake, and during free periods we’d sit under the neem tree, making plans for the “future.” "Promise we’ll always be friends, even when we’re older," Vidhi said one day. "Promise," I replied, without thinking twice.
But then… one afternoon, I found out. "I’m changing schools next year," I told her quietly. She froze. "What? No… you’re joking." I shook my head. "I wish I was."
The last weeks of Class 5 felt strange. We still laughed, but there was a sadness behind it. Every “see you tomorrow” felt heavier, knowing there weren’t many tomorrows left.
On the final day, when the bell rang, Vidhi hugged me tightly and whispered, "Don’t forget me, okay?" I said, "Never." And I meant it.
We promised to call, to text, to stay the same. And we tried… but days turned into months, months into years. The calls became shorter, the texts less often, and slowly… life moved on.
Now, when I think of Class 5, I don’t remember the marks or the lessons. I remember Vidhi, the girl who made that year unforgettable, and the day I had to walk away from our classroom for the last time.
Villain Jensa
Story Time 💔 – Me & Vidhi
It was the start of Class 5. I walked into the classroom, still fixing my hair, and our teacher said,
"Trishu, you’ll sit here today, Vidhi, shift next to her."
She came over with neatly tied hair, a shy smile, and said,
"Hi… I’m Vidhi."
I smiled back, "I’m Trishu."
That first day, we didn’t talk much, just swapped an eraser once. But at lunch, Vidhi turned to me and asked,
"Want to share?"
Before I could answer, she slid her tiffin towards me. Aloo paratha. And somehow, from that day, everything changed.
We became that pair, laughing in the middle of Maths, passing silly notes during Science, making up fake stories in History just to make each other giggle. We even made a secret handshake, and during free periods we’d sit under the neem tree, making plans for the “future.”
"Promise we’ll always be friends, even when we’re older," Vidhi said one day.
"Promise," I replied, without thinking twice.
But then… one afternoon, I found out.
"I’m changing schools next year," I told her quietly.
She froze. "What? No… you’re joking."
I shook my head. "I wish I was."
The last weeks of Class 5 felt strange. We still laughed, but there was a sadness behind it. Every “see you tomorrow” felt heavier, knowing there weren’t many tomorrows left.
On the final day, when the bell rang, Vidhi hugged me tightly and whispered,
"Don’t forget me, okay?"
I said, "Never." And I meant it.
We promised to call, to text, to stay the same. And we tried… but days turned into months, months into years. The calls became shorter, the texts less often, and slowly… life moved on.
Now, when I think of Class 5, I don’t remember the marks or the lessons.
I remember Vidhi, the girl who made that year unforgettable, and the day I had to walk away from our classroom for the last time.
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