Read on Twitter
I spent my first 15 days in an all girls school. When I was in the 7th standard, there was a senior who became very popular in the school because of how GORGEOUS she was.
There were stories of how boys would fall off their bikes looking at her on the road. She was a fatherless child of a well known family. That just added to her likability.
What she did have was the airs of a superstar. She knew she was da bomb.
What she did have was the airs of a superstar. She knew she was da bomb.
Looking at her was like watching a heroine in a bollywood movie- just as exaggerated in her femininity as beautiful as an actress.
She was a dancer and was a great student. She was just perfect.
She was a dancer and was a great student. She was just perfect.
Me....well...I was incorrigibly jealous of her. So was the gang of girls I was a part of. We denied her the attention. Deep down I was star struck by her as she resembled my favourite movie heroine of those times- Aishwarya Rai.
Until one day, a common friend of mine introduced me to her. We talked- she was very regular, very normal. Everything broke down, a large part of my jealousy and the hatred too.
We did not end up being friends. But i still sometimes find her profile on facebook. If I do, I try not to spend too much time looking at her pictures- because I hate feeling jealous. And boy she evokes jealousy.
Apparently she is now a medical doctor, she has married the love of her life I hear from my friends. Good going.
Envy is the word. I feel envious of how incredibly flawlessly feminine and beautiful she is. But unlike my teenage years, I'm just very happy to see her happy. I hope she really is.
15 years* 
