BiochemistryZahi was waiting with Priya and a couple of other girls outside the Biochemistry Department, her eyes wandering idly over a group of her classmates standing nearby when she suddenly recognized one of the faces. It was the same guy—the one from the bus. The Nose. So he was in her class. He was talking to another boy who was listening to a pocket radio, his face screwed up in concentration. As Zahi watched, her eyes momentarily met those of the boy from the bus, and she thought he had recognized her too. Then he turned to speak to the other boy, who made a gesture of disgust and stuffed the radio into his pocket. Must be the cricket commentary, thought Zahi.
Just then, the ancient gates of the Department swung open and they all trooped in. Zahi thought that the smell of all chem
