The world of little Babu was an inverted pyramid and he at the bottom of it. He felt like Gulliver in the country of Giants. An introvert, happy within himself, little Babu found everyone else in personality, dominance as well as in physical body was at a higher level than himself but it were the grownup men who were the real giants towering over him, going to gobble him up anytime. He avoided the grownup with the exception of his mother with whom he felt at ease and even strong. In nutshell he felt very vulnerable in his tiny world.
In school he was nobody and just an appendage at everywhere else. There was this fat girl who was vivacious, exuberant and to top it all, good in studies. She and a tiny little girl, also good in studies, sat at the top of class; little Babu sat on any leftover seat at the back which suited him, made him less visible. He really was a loser in todays’ parlance. This fat girl was his next-door neighbour and she had taken a liking for him. She would now and then grab him, hold him in tight embrace which probably felt good to little babu, but his natural response was to immediately wriggle out of her grip and when he did she would laugh hysterically. So, one day she sought him out in class, dragged him over to the front seat to the annoyance of her bench mate, the tiny girl. Unable to protest little Babu felt helpless, very uncomfortable and doomed like a goat led to the slaughter house.
Quite predictably the teacher saw the unusual and in course of time threw a question at him. Little Babu went blank, the question did not register at all. Overwhelmed, he began crying. There at the head of class, forlorn, weak, helpless and unable to defend himself he stood there crying the only option a little guy has.
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