Emancipation

"ooooops! Please, I'm so sorry, girl. " A girl I presume to be a fellow student, spoke out, hurriedly. She did quack me unwittingly with the front door of a taxi she boarded to school, while alighting.Repeatedly, she said, "I'm sorry girl, it wasn't intentional." "It's okay dearie.", I retorted with astonishment hidden in my tone. I would have flamed up at the scenario, but something else did estranged my mind, even all my faculties. But that was a pretty interruption from my pool of imagination. Though, she is a total stranger to me, but her openness and boldness reduced the tension that ensued. I was moved with curiosity in my heart to get to meet this girl, and further know who she truly is, to have responded to me in such manner. Thereafter, I kept on my motion, pondering still the personality that bumped into me, few minutes back. My face was lit with smile, unknown to me. Just close to the school entrance