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(1 PART) Mira's POV I was sitting in front of my dresser, getting ready for the so-called meeting my parents had arranged for me; Matchmaking, that's what they call... "Don't you have at least one single picture of his in your phone" Kavya, my best friend grumbled, scrolling through my phone gallery without my permission. "No" I replied flatly, why the hell would I have a picture of a guy whom I met once? Suresh and I WERE childhood friends, but after their family shifted out, we never once saw each other, let alone talked to him. She made the tch sound, extremely disappointed at my disinterest in the matter. When I was about to counter her with something savage; a knocked on the door distracted us. It was my mother, she was peeping through the door so I presume she had already stepped in before showing her presence. It had always been like that. Being born in a conservative family and on top of that growing up in Delhi like a city; there's ...

**Friends**   It really surprises me that at an age when we don't even know our own names, people ask, *"Tell me your mother’s and father’s names, darling."* And that's when you realize... you’ve entered the education system — kindergarten. Where everything is nothing but fun.   Where you enjoy endless attention, no groups, no hard feelings, no bullying, no discrimination—   And most importantly, no studies. We were loved by everyone—family, neighbors, teachers.   No one cared how we looked, what we wore, or even when we wet our pants. There was no judgment. But they say happy times never last long.   We eventually grow up.   The chemicals in our brains begin to react and change—it's called puberty.   Something impossible to skip and hard to erase.   A curse for some, including me. In our school, we had this policy—or should I say, *the program*—where every student was divided into three academic groups....