Mane matters
The Hindu
Best friends Natasha and Madhu have fallen out over Madhu’s pride in her long beautiful hair. Will they get back together?
“Take it back!” Madhu demanded.
Nayantara scowled. “Or else? What will you do? Proudy, proudy, proudy! I’ll say it a zillion times: you’re a proudy!”
Furious with her once-best friend, Madhu spun on her heel and stomped away. She marched to the school bus and clambered in. “I’m not a proudy,” she told Aftab.
Her current best friend raised his eyebrows in surprise. “When did I say you were?”
“Not you, baba. That Nayantara.”
Uh-oh. Aftab slouched lower in the seat, wishing he could disappear. He knew all about Madhu and Nayantara’s latest fight. In fact, the whole class knew about the feuding best friends. And the last thing he wanted was to listen to a grumbling session.
Alas, the grumbler didn’t really care about his wishes. “How dare she … thinks no end of herself … I’ll show her … I can’t believe I was ever besties with her…” Madhu droned on.