Stonewall“I must say I didn’t think that I’d be spending the entire strike period sitting aimlessly on the Common Room steps,” grumbled Zahi, tossing her hair back from her face.
“Don’t do that!” begged Vivek. “I notice that you’ve started growing your hair just to flick it back, but it doesn’t suit you. Your hair is too curly. You have to have straight hair for the effect you’re trying to achieve.”
“What would you know about that?” shot back Zahi, the colour rising in her cheeks. “My hair isn’t curly, it’s wavy—the word is wavy! And just by the way, didn’t anyone ever tell you not to make personal remarks?”
“Why do you two start scrapping whenever you’ve got nothing else to do?” said Rahul.
“You’re right,” said Zahi, quite judiciously for her, Rahul thought. “To tell the truth, though
