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"I am choosing Aisha for her 'fridge poetry,'" he smirked. "And Rohan."

From behind him, a small, crumpled paper landed on his desk. He unfolded it. In perfect, flowy Devanagari script, it read:

Rohan slid into his seat, defeated.

"Where are you from, Rohan?" "Kerala. You?" "Born in Dubai. But my father loves Hindi films. He says if you live in the Arab world, you must know Hindi to understand the workers, the drivers, the music. And to annoy Mr. Sharma." kendriya vidyalaya dubai

On the day of the Kavi Sammelan, the auditorium was packed. Parents in saris and kanduras sat side by side. Aisha performed first—a sharp, witty poem about learning khari boli from her Emirati grandfather who watched Sholay on repeat.

Rohan turned. Aisha winked. She was the only local student in the class, and she spoke Hindi with a formal, textbook-perfect accent that sounded like a news anchor from Delhi.

Rohan leaned against the corridor railing, watching a jet trace a white line across the hazy Dubai sky. He felt like that jet—far from home. Back in Trivandrum, he was the cricket captain. Here, he was just "the new South Indian kid." "I am choosing Aisha for her 'fridge poetry,'" he smirked

Rohan wrote his poem. The first line was:

Dubai, 2026. A sprawling, sun-bleached campus in the Oud Metha district. The building is modern, but inside, the air smells of chalk, fresh tamarind chutney from the lunchboxes, and the distinct ink of Hindi workbooks.

The class went silent.

Years later, Rohan will work as a diplomat in Cairo. Aisha will become a Hindi professor at NYU Abu Dhabi. They will never forget the smell of that corridor, the strict love of Mr. Sharma, and the lesson they learned:

Aisha laughed. "You're still weird."

Later, walking to the school gate, Aisha kicked a pebble. "We lost." In perfect, flowy Devanagari script, it read: Rohan

"Dubai ki ret mein, Ganga behti hai." (In the sands of Dubai, the Ganga flows.)

Rohan began. His Hindi was still a little clunky, his pronunciation slightly Malayali. But he spoke about the gardener calling his son in Patna. He spoke about the watchman seeing the moon and thinking of the backwaters. He spoke about a school where a boy from Kerala and a girl from Dubai learned the same national anthem.