She hasn’t changed a bit. She looks same as she did 4 years ago. She came to me and spoke with lot of joy, ”hi , how are you ??”
I said quite politely ,”very good . How are you? Meeting you after a long time . She smiled and chatted with me with what all happened and how was she. We were talking for a long time when I saw him coming through the stairs. He was in dilemma about what I was taking to her girl. It was quite a scene to watch . Three of us together staring at each other with questions on our mind
He broke the silence , “hello !!!”. We both girls replied him with same monotony ,”hi!” .
Then we looked at each other and giggled for a minute. He was not at all in any mood to be fun which he is normally. I wanted to reveal to him in front of her but that sight was more pleasing to watch. Blood drained from his face ,lip dried so much that it seemed he was dehydrated for weeks. I bid good bye to both of them and left. He followed me after a min and we were walking to third floor together . He stopped and a sudden silence was between both of us. I looked behind and he freezed as statue. I started walking and he hurriedly came and stand on the stais ahead blocking my way.
I Annoyingly asked, “what now?”
He held my right hand wrist so tight that veins almost stopped receiving blood and in cold voice uttered words. “what were you trying to do down, you know right the things I told you are not to be said to anyone else. “
I Looked at him with eyes with fright ,”yes I know that. You know , she is my old friend just meeting her. “ she loves you a lot, you know?
He releases my hand and a sadness fills his eyes. I know he has some secrets but I wanted him to reveal by himself . I ignore him and walk back to my class. The answer has literally taken him aback and he should think about her. My class is a utter chaos and everyone doing what they want to. I sit on the corner front bench with book and open and start revising it. I m sincere about studies always.
My bench mates ask me ,”can u explain me this question?”
I enact as a teacher and say all history and chemistry about it. She is satisfied and then I get back to my book. Pen in my hand starts moves with the flow on the blank paper of the back of book . I draw a figure of women back side wearing a saree. It a pencil shading drawing with details of shade in the saree. My bench mate gaze at my so called art. She replies,” it looks nice". I smile at her and then look at my art. It looks s**t to me. Actually , I made just to engagep me. The class door opens as wind thrashes and forces it to move apart. I was him waking from his class towards mine to his destination.