As I cant stop writing anymore, I should just go ahead and post this one too ...hehe --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The VDJS hawaa was touching all people. There was this 10th grader that started sending me some cards too. She wrote songs like ?Aye ho mere zindagi mein tum bahaar banke? and ?Nile Nile ambar pe chand jab chaye.? But after some time I had had too much. With the inspiration of my friend Anita, I picked up a fight with the 10th grader. My other friend Anisha was also willing to fight for our sake. As a result there was a big war and card shreds all over the hostel corridor. We were about to hit each other, but our friends stopped us.That must have been one og the mo st aggressive fights witnessed by the hostel. Anisha who was also from Nepal had the hawaa touch her a bit too much. There was a girl named Dipika who liked her. Anisha and Dipika would sit on Anisha?s bed and chat through the night. They would even be staring at the moon during at times.(Goddddd what did they get out of that). Sometimes their talking disturbed me so much that I shouted at them. Our other Indian room mates were nice people too. The only problem was that they were a bit of a miser. When they ate the food they brought back from home, they would only give us one spoon each. The three of us were a bit different though. Winter holidays had just got over (it was only for 20 days which went away like a breeze). It was like a compulsion for us to bring 1 carton of wai-wai, tuna, tang, titaura, durkha, pickles, chewing gum, chocolates and some other things of our choice. We had a big aluminum trunk where we kept our combined tuck. And everyone was free to dig in. Within 15 days we were completely foodless... Once, we were so mad with our Indian room mates for not sharing their food that we made them eat tuna and chicken wai wai. (They were vegetarians.) We also spit inside their water bottle once. (I am not proud to admit that though!!) Dashain was the only time when the school took us out to eat meat as it was a compulsion for Nepali people to eat meat at that time (we had no idea who had told the school administration that). But I did not have to go out because my parents came to India during dasain so that I did not miss them. My parents put tika on approx. 30 Nepali girls and gave them chocolates and chicken. Some girls cried and my mom cried along with them. But me, nope I had promised not to cry . And that was my eighth grade. The most uneventful year of my stay in VDJS. Maybe I was new so did not really do a whole lot, but a year had passed by. I was improving academically too. And there was also a certain boost in my confidence. Maybe the independence helped. Maybe Sanju maam?s strictness helped, but whatever it was, it was my first step towards being a complete person.