The 3G Life

October 30 Tuesday 2018

I am praying just one thing to God for the last few days. But God is just not answering my prayers completely. He is granting parts of it but that just leaves me wanting more. I do not know if God is testing my limits of patience or He just does not want me to have what I yearn for. Either way, I am depressed.

"You should stop reading literature," Mohammed sir says gently.

"I will just finish these last few pages, sir," I reply.

"What are you reading anyway?"

"The Fault in Our Stars, great novel."

"Romance? Have you read Shakespeare?"

This is news. Mohammed sir has few ideas about Shakespeare. But my heart is not in it. I have called Aayan 11 times and he has not returned even one of my calls. I text him fourteen messages but he just leaves me four which are mostly one or two syllables. He promises he will call back but he never does.

I just pray to God, he is alright. Either something terrible has happened to him or maybe he thinks I am too terrible for him. And both thoughts are very much terrifying. I just want to see him today. I need to see him today. If I do not, well, I might just die and he can attend my funeral.

"I think he is just playing hard to get," Zara says seeing me tensed.

"What if he thinks I am not good enough for him?" I ask.

"Then you should hold your head up high and walk out."

"I can't imagine myself with anyone else."

"It is better to die virgin, straight to heaven."

Just then the door opens and in walks Aayan. I draw a deep breath and thank God he is alright. And surprisingly he comes and sits beside me. This time with no reason. I do not express any of my emotions and thump my QPs on the desk showing that I am angry with him.

He looks at me once and chooses the wiser option. He remains silent but his body-language tells that he is not completely ignoring me. He takes out his add math QPs from a file. So I assume he has a test tomorrow and think that maybe I shall not disturb him. Exams are as important as life.

Mohammed sir comes and starts to solve his problem. He strains his neck because he cannot see the letters turned around. I have similar problems while reading Bengali. Mohammed

Sir chastises him but I just tell him that I have similar problem and I think I defend his honor.

I do not show sir much of my problems because I want him to give full attention to Aayan. Gosh! His straining his neck is distracting me so much. I have not seen such attractive neck ever in my life. I can recognize him from anywhere in this world by just taking a look at his attractive, salivating neck.

He looks once at me and smiles at a joke of Mohammed sir but I keep my eyes down the QPs but return a smile of my own. Is this his way of apologizing? I think he is already forgiven but I will not give up my acting just right now. Besides, who does not love the most handsome guy to apologize her?

"You have add math exam tomorrow?" I ask.

"Yeah, I feel so tired," replies Aayan yawning.

"Much pressure on studies. I think I understand."

"You have exam going on, right?"

"Yeah. I have Economics tomorrow."

I guess I cannot pretend to be angry any longer. Aayan is just so polite and nice that I find it very hard to remain angry with him. Besides his good look does half of the work of his effort. If he is like this with everyone, I think I should start counting the number of girls who have a crush on him.

Saeed is sitting right behind me. He places one hand on my shoulder and brings me back to reality. He asks me if Zara is still angry with him. Come on Saeed, you have to ask? She is clearly angry with you because she is sitting on the bench across the room.

But I know that Saeed has all the good wills in his heart. So I just console him saying to give her some time. I know that he can never get over Zara in his entire life. And to mention one thing, I like the way he grips my shoulder. His hands are firm and feels brotherly.

One thing that I never feel from Saeed's touch is sensation. I am always comfortable around him and his touch never feels wrong or exciting. It always feels reassuring. I feel safe whenever he wraps his hand around my shoulder while passing the street. I wish we are siblings.

"Were you very much busy?" I ask Aayan.

"Actually I had fever. I am even ill today," he replies.

"You are still ill now. I am so sorry."

"No, I am sorry. I should have called."

"No, you shouldn't have. It would have given you headache."

After class ends, Aayan hurries out of the doors. He does not even wait for me to catch up. I questioningly glance at Saeed because they are best friends. I think that maybe Saeed has some answer but he just shrugs his shoulders. I hurry downstairs after him because I think I will catch up with him.

He is in the far side of the footpath. I face him and wave my hand. I cannot see far away things, but he does not wave back. Does he not see me or is he completely ignoring me in public? Either way, I feel embarrassed and storm down across the street. 3G building can take away everything but not my dignity.