Every year at the annual function on Holi we gave titles to everyone in the class. The boys decided to call me 'Contracted pelvis' in the third year, we had just been introduced to Gynec-Obs.
I wasn't amazed at their concerns for my obstetric future ' more than their forthcoming exams. I knew it won't get any better the next year - a studious, plain faced, long nosed girl that I was.
It didn't stop me though from stealing a glance now and then, at the good looking boys. They exchanged notes with me, I secretly coveted their charms.
One Kashmiri boy had curly hair, cherubic smile but was short. His friend was tall, fair and well built, though a snob. The third one had an intellectual air about him, even talked poetry - he was over smart.
We discussed dissections or music with their girlfriends around I continued to be a care-for-all. Now, don't tell my daughters I am still thinking of those boys.
