I was constantly bullied at school in Belathur. I had onely one strong friend Shashi who always came to rescue me. He was not a brilliant student but took upon himself the duty of stopping anybody bullying me as his sacred duty. Without him, my life at Belathur would have been hell. I vividly remember Shashi. So, a few years ago, when I visited India I visted Belathur and inquired about him. This is after almost 40 years! I found out he had moved out to Mysore. His two beautiful daughters were visiting their relatives at Belathur at the time I went to Belathur and they asked me me to go with them to their house in Mysore. So, I returned with them to Mysore that day and saw my friend. Of course Shashi was not like I had visualized him from my school days. He had no recollection of our friendship. But, he and his wife were magnanimous in their hospitality. Shashi was running a store (like 711) in Mysore.
I am glad I saw him; these childhood memories were gnawing at me and I had to see Belathur and my friends to try to bring some closure. I know it is never possible since I haven't found Leela, no one knows about her and one other family I was close with.
I am glad I saw him; these childhood memories were gnawing at me and I had to see Belathur and my friends to try to bring some closure. I know it is never possible since I haven't found Leela, no one knows about her and one other family I was close with.
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