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I first met Anissia the day I joined The Lawrence School, Lovedale. She was sitting by a window in our dormitory, playing cards. I had been hearing about her for a while though, from her father, the then Colonel Batra, who picked me up everyday to go horse-riding in Wellington, before I started school at Lovedale.
I was fascinated by her name – it was so unique – and by all that her father (whom I called Uncle) had told me about Anissia on our morning drives to the stables. Anissia was of course already ‘cooler’ by virtue of studying in Lovedale, while I went to the relatively modest Kendriya Vidyalaya at Wellington.
On my first day, Anissia met me with warmth and a big grin, and showed me around.
I was grateful to know someone – in a place that was soon beginning to look less and less like Mallory Towers and St Clare’s – that I’d read about in Enid Blyton’s books. |