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.