Gayathri's POV:

GAYATHRI'S AGE: 3 years old

I watched the boy walk into the classroom today. He looked different-his uniform was crisp and neat, but his eyes... they were filled with something I couldn't quite understand. He didn't look scared like other new students, but more like he was lost in his world.

When the teacher told him to introduce himself, he stood there with no expression, like he didn't care. I wanted to smile at him, to make him feel welcome, but he didn't look at anyone. He spoke softly, almost like he was forcing the words out, "Hi, I am Varun, Varun Dev Abhinav. Nice to meet you all."

Most of the class smiled and asked him questions, but he just stood there, staring. I noticed something was off when he didn't reply to anyone. He wasn't being rude-he looked like he didn't understand what they were saying. I remember my mom once telling me about kids who come from different places, places where they speak different languages. Maybe he didn't know Tamil.

I kept my eyes on him as he walked to the back of the classroom and sat down in the last row. He didn't talk to anyone, didn't even look up. He seemed so alone, and I could see the sadness in his eyes. The whole class seemed to be buzzing around him, but he just sat there quietly, lost in his thoughts.

I don't know why, but I felt a strange urge to talk to him. Maybe it was because he looked like he needed a friend, or maybe it was because I've felt that way too, sometimes. I remember feeling alone when I first started school here, unsure of who to talk to or how to fit in.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a piece of chocolate. My mom always gives me a little extra, saying I should share it with friends. I walked over to his seat, feeling my heart beat a little faster. What if he didn't want to talk to me? What if he ignored me like he did with the others?

But I didn't stop. I sat down next to him, unwrapped the chocolate, and held it out to him. He didn't look at me at first, but when he finally turned his head, I caught a glimpse of his tear-filled eyes.

"Unnaku konjam venuma?" I asked softly, trying to be as friendly as possible.

("Do you want some?")

For a second, he just stared at me, and I thought maybe he didn't understand me either. But then, something amazing happened. He chuckled-a small, soft sound that surprised me. It was like a tiny crack in the wall he had built around himself. He quickly turned his head away, hiding whatever emotion had slipped through, but I saw it.

It made me feel happy like I had done something right. I didn't want to push him to talk more, so I just sat next to him in silence, eating my chocolate and looking out the window. Maybe we didn't need to say anything right now. Maybe, just maybe, being there was enough.

As the day went on, I kept glancing at him. He didn't talk to anyone else, but he seemed calmer like he was a little less alone. I smiled to myself, feeling good that I had reached out. I decided then and there that I was going to be his friend, even if it took time. I didn't know his story yet, but I wanted to. Something told me there was more to Varun than what he showed on the outside.

And somehow, I felt like I could help him find it.

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