The Battle of Section B

The best part of childhood is making friends. Laughs or tears, having a fight or calling truce later… all the moments are unforgettable. And when Bhavya and I decided to explore the magic of memories for the first week of Ultimate Blog Challenge in July, friends had to play a part in it, obviously. We’re doing posts on the same theme each day (like A to Z in April).



The two had been friends since four years.

They had been in the same section “B” every year.

Both of them shared birthdays.

Both their names started with the same letter.

Both of them had got shiny new steel rulers as a gift.

They knew what they wanted to do.

As soon as lunch was over, both of them stood back to back, took five steps, turned around and said, “On Guard”.

They dueled like they had read about in novels.

Then came the decisive blow. A jab missed the other ruler, but caught the other boy right above his right eye, and he dropped his sword with a clang.

The teacher who had entered just in time to see the blow, confiscated the swords, and reprimanded the aggressor first, checking the victim to see if the cut was deep. When she saw it wasn’t, she reprimanded him too.

When the school bell rang at the end of the day, the two of them stayed back.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. But I have just one word for you – REMATCH!”

They hi-fived and made the deal. In a moment, all was forgiven.

The two soldiers walked out together, as friends. On the teacher’s desk, their swords lay forgotten.

(7th July 2014)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

22 thoughts on “The Battle of Section B”

  1. Ha ha ha… I remember a similar incedent. Me and a friend had some similar thing going on in the class and the next morning she had a leg pain because of which she could not come to school. When the next day she came, her mom came along to reprimand her child’s tormentor and the princi summoned my dad who could not believe that his lil girl would hurt someone.. 😛

    • Oh I can’t picture you as a tormentor, Bhavz 🙂 😛 Maybe she got scared of something else, and faked leg pain so she wouldn’t have to explain that she was scared. 😉

  2. This took me many years back, to remind me of my best friend and what a coincidence his name , well nick name “Bunny”.. also with B..

    inseparable we were and did exactly what you have said we fought like cats and dogs but for a minute and then again best mates ..

    reminds me I have to call him .. Thank you

  3. ah!! The magic of childhood!! Now, that’s friendship.. you argue, fight but then at the end of the day – you are friends and remain so!
    beautiful Leo!! 🙂

  4. “The two soldiers walked out together, as friends. On the teacher’s desk, their swords lay forgotten.” loved this line.

    childhood fun is always the best 🙂 You never actually had to worry about your actions 😉

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