I have had a pretty lousy experience when I lived with my uncle. He abused me - he beat me up frequently and basically used me as a worker to run his restaurant. I looked for any love from any quarters. The only love I received was from a few of my classmates. I was not universally accepted by my class. I was a pretty weak and meek. For some reason, Leela who was my classmate really expressed affection towards me. I walked to my school a mile south from my home in the main village. Leela walked also a mile and half from another villae called Karapura. We usually met half mile from the school and walked together. She was very friendly towards me. Distraught from the teatment I received from my uncle the previous night, I always looked for Leela's company to even things out a little bit.
Leela was taller than me, bigger than me and was very beautiful. She always supported me. For some reason that I cannot recall, most of my classmates did not like me and usually mean to me. Leela supported me and even fought for me. I will tell the story of another friend who fought for me more forcefully.
This story happened when I was 7 to 9 years old, that is more than 40 years ago. I never heard about Leela after I left Belathur.
Leela was taller than me, bigger than me and was very beautiful. She always supported me. For some reason that I cannot recall, most of my classmates did not like me and usually mean to me. Leela supported me and even fought for me. I will tell the story of another friend who fought for me more forcefully.
This story happened when I was 7 to 9 years old, that is more than 40 years ago. I never heard about Leela after I left Belathur.
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