“I have strict instructions to not let you enter the library when Mishti is organizing the shelves,” Mrs. Bhargava says looking at Vikram over her glasses.
“But I’m a student of the school. You can’t take away my right to study in the library. Exams are approaching. I need to make notes,” Vikram says righteously.
“You want me to call Mrs. Kasturi to inform her about the little incident in your class today?” she says.
“No!” I cry out. I drag Vikram to the side. “Vikram, please go for your basketball practice. I’ll see you before boarding the bus at four-thirty. I promise.”
“Okay, but don’t board the bus. I’ll drop you home,” he says and waits for my response.
He’s testing me. Anxiety raises its ugly head. I stare at him intently for a few seconds and nod my head slowly. “Okay… see you
