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I was deluged by dilemmas, inundated with trivial talks, which were going around me, and feeling frustrated. Why it was so hard for me? Why I was making my heart to beat faster for such a normal thing? I hardly knew anything about Suhasi, except obviously her name, then why I was continuously thinking about her since we had met? Thoughts in my embattled mind came to an halt when she entered into the class again. Interval could still spare a few minutes for me.
At once I got myself buried into the talks my classmates were having which were of no interest to me a few minutes earlier. I just wanted to deviate my attention from her as I still hadn’t come up with anything that could land me in terra incognita that was virtually created around Suhasi.
“Hello”, a voice came from behind my back.
My head turned 180 degrees. She was standing near my desk. Not only I but 3-4 others boys, who were standing with me, replied with a ‘hi.’
Scheme of things were not the way I had thought. There was no ‘Plan B.’ I was already in unknown territory, with her standing in front of me, and the worse was, I had been pushed into one, unknowingly.
She fixed herself firmly on a table opposite to me, far enough from the bunch of potential eavesdroppers. She was looking beautiful. Had I been able to mold her beauty into words, I would have dedicated this whole page to it.
“You are a day scholar, right?” she asked.
“Yes. Unfortunately”, I replied.
“Unfortunately? Why?”
I got trapped in my own net. Thankfully, there were numerous other reasons, other than her, that could account for this word ‘Unfortunately’.
“I envy of the freedom you hostelers get”, I said.
“You have no idea what kind of savage our wardens are. And the food of our mess is even worse than that of railway cafeteria. You are lucky”.
“Well, the teacher is about to come”, she continued, “I had come here to ask you out?”
Before I opened my mouth she cleared the air, “Not that kind of asking you out. I mean a friendly outing… this Sunday…if you are free”.
“Yes, I am absolutely free,” I said trying to veil my exuberance.
“So this Sunday we would have something better than submitting assignments,” she smiled.
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‘Computer Architecture’ was written on the board, but my mind was preoccupied with what had just happened.
“What were you talking about?” asked Anubhav, probably the sixth time. With no intention to make every thing happening around me a breaking news, I didn’t give any enthusiastic reply.
“Net mein practice hum kar rhen hai par century aap maar rhe ho“, a tongue-in-cheek remark came from Akshat who was sitting beside me. We all laughed clandestinely, but somehow couldn’t escape the teacher’s eyes.
to be continued…