write a diary on your experience about an incident which let others to misjudge and misunderstand you
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There is a girl in my coaching Institute who is not regular and is always dressed in a shabby way...like she use to wear the same jacket and shoes whenever she attends the class and her hair not combed properly. Also sometimes she leaves the class midway. So, I judged her (proper Indian mentality which I used to hate). I thought she has no intrests in studies and is just wasting her time and money and must be bunking the class to chill with her friends. One day, when I reached the class she is sitting on my place (I daily use to sit there but the seat is not permanent) so I asked her if there is some extra space (as I am a nerd and only sits on the first bench) and she shifted the other side offering me the seat beside her. She initiated the conversation by complementing my handwriting, I smiled and asked her name to which she replied and we exchanged our names. And after that only I asked her why she doesn't attend the class regularly and after listening to her I felt so sad that I can't even concentrate in the class. She said she can't come regularly as she is suffering from depression because she lost her father to a major heart attack and even after 7–8 months she can't get away with it and used to cry daily and due the strong dosage of pills she sometimes sleep the whole day. She started describing her father's death as how she was not at her home but at her grandmother's when her father died and she regretted that she was not with her father during his last time as it was that sudden. I can clearly see the pain in her eyes and she was on a verge to cry. I felt so bad for her and as a stranger I don't know how to comfert her and what to say to her. Still, I told her to be strong and happy for her mother and she nodded smilingly. I tried to change the topic by asking about her college and from which stream she is. She replied and after which our teacher entered the class. During the whole class I regretted judging her. After the class I went to my home searching for my father and hugged him tight as I never wanted to loose him and I prayed that no one will ever experience the pain of seperation from their loved ones.