Sitting in the bench far right corner, she was crying. Yes she was crying. That very moment the lively, chirpy girl as she used to be was gone to somewhere none knew. There wasn't anyone to hear her sobs, to watch the vulnerable side of hers. Rest other students were in playground playing multiple games unknown the Strom they created inside that poor soul. Wiping her tears she headed towards her bag in the front row just infront of teacher's desk searching for the dairy Her Diary. After a lot searching she didn't found it. Ohh how stupid of her how can she get it when it was at home as she thought to herself.

Her diary "THE SECRET GARDEN"  a off white colored cover with an abstract garden was surely her garden. And its name encrypted beautifully. Was her only companion in all the pains, cries, laughs and smiles. It was a gift from her dad on her 14th birthday and being a dads girl following his order moreover a request to write down important events of her life in that diary she penned down every moment in it. Slowly the secret garden became her own personalized garden where she cried her heart out when hurt or sad and laughed maniacally when tickled by some happy moments also played like an infant while being child-like.

At this moment she was badly in need of it you vent out all her heaviness. Lastly she settled down opening the last page of some random notebook and started writing. With each and every minute detail she released her frustration. People out there, her so called classmates and the schoolmates had made fun of her, Criticising her over her accent. She actually had different accent from other people that always made her a matter of laugh nd fun for rest of the people. She beared everytime but at some point today her last string of holding herself broke and made her this vulnerable.
Till the time she finished the bell ranged and everyone was back to the class unaware of anything that had happened. Days passed and things were as normal as it could be or she pretended like that.

She was sitting in her place when a new admission asked her for notes. She readily gave in and busied her in solving numericals until a call disturbed her. Recognising the voice she knew it was the same person who took her notes along with his bench mate. She thought it to be a normal poke for not understanding some point nd nodded her head signing to say without turning towards them. She again her the same call but this time it held some more seriousness in their voices, some urgency mixed with fear, anger and hoarseness. This time she turned around but before she could do that completely a loud voice echoed the walls of room, grabbing everyone's attention. She felt heat rising up her cheeks turning into a bluish-purple hue. The someone who took her notebook has slapped her hard and the both of them having tears in their eyes while holding anger at the same time. Coming out of the numbness after a few minutes she asked them for the reason behind this weird behavior they were possessing. None replyed to her question and kept weeping. Again on asking the other one tried to say something but couldn't then finally she got to know the reason from the 1st one only. He just pointed out on something written in her notebook. That's when she realized it was the same frustration she wrote the other day. She casually replied what's there in it and above that you shouldn't have read it. She tried to take the notebook back but they were reluctant to let go and wanted to confront her the most they can. The thing she wasn't able to understand was why they were so disturbed reading it?  What was there for them to get so upset? One of them replied clearing her confusion that how could she write that, how could she even think of dieing. That line read "I want to die or just go and commit suicide". Though unwantedly but she tried to convince them stating it was her thinking some other day and she had genuine reasons for writing it, but they were adamant to listen her and were just crying.

That day she came to know that not all are her badwishers some are there who care for her, are her well wisher. She promise them not to use that word ever again in her life and would tell them if anything happens to her or she feels hurt or anything she would just go to them without any hesitation.

Now she has three special someone's in her life who makes her life happy, contended, free from insecurities, makes her feel better. Her diary still noting every happening. And the two caring, loving, laughing, playing, chirping her. Whenever she needs they are always there for her, hugging her, calming her, wiping tears, removing frowns, making her smile, wishpering sweets words of forever. She now has a reason to bear all those criticism and bad words i.e. the smile on their faces and a reason for her existence.

"Not all relations are meant for love life but some are meant to be friends for eternity. Not everyone could be Romeo Juliet or Laila Majnu. Some are Harry and Hermione". These are my personal thoughts😇😇 for those who misunderstood every friendship to be love relationship.