The 3G Life

November 20 Tuesday 2018

I am waiting. It has not been much long since I enter class but each minute feels like an entire era. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a bit. I am praying to God that let Aayan come today. I have not seen him in such a long while. Okay, maybe just 48 hours, but still.

"Sir had not yet come?" asked Aayan as he enters.

"No, he had not come yet," I reply.

"I see. He is always late."

"How are you today? Okay?"

"Yeah I am fine, thankfully."

He sits with me. I should get over it by now but every single time he sits with me, it always catches me by surprise. I thank God for his generosity and settle down. I try reading "Bared to you" but cannot seem to concentrate. He is again wearing his black T-shirt.....who cares about Gideon Cross?

He takes out his QPs and I take a long glance at his sculpted hands. He then asks me a question about Vectors. The way he asks it, he looks so confused himself. Okay, is this just a question or is he deliberately trying to capture my attention? The latter is not necessary.

"The question is AB= (5 10)," says Aayan.

"But there is nothing to subtract about it," I reply.

"But it was just for two marks."

"Still, we have to use the inverse formula."

"God.....Why did I not bring this QPs today?"

Mohammed sir enters and I feel a little down. As long as there is no third person around I feel comfortable talking to Aayan. And the moment there is one, I feel self-conscious. Maybe that is not the right term, I feel afraid. I take out my QPs and start solving.

I have some concentration problems because a Hoor from the Heaven in Black T-shirt is sitting beside me. And once he folds his T-shirt almost up to his shoulders and scratches his arms and I am shy but also tempted to look at him. But I turn my attention to doing math.

He once hands me his pencil to help him do a math from Circle Theorem. Thank God, I am a pro in this. I finish it as efficiently and quickly as possible. But Aayan looks confused. Finally I hand him back the pencil and our hands touch. Another shot of static electricity.

Saeed and Zara both enter simultaneously. Saeed sits across the bench from us and Zara sits exactly behind him. Both are quite late and I have a thin suspicion at the back of my head. Both look quite neutral and Saeed even smiles a bit at me. But Zara remains expressionless.

Aayan asks sir that Zara should give us a coffee treat as a punishment because she is late. And to our surprise Zara reacts quite violently. I am offended and sad because her choice of words need to be mended. Fight is a thing I can tolerate but cursing, I can never get past that.

"Go to hell. And don't talk to me," Zara says to Aayan.

"Zara..... You should not say things like that," I scold her.

"Go to hell..... Both of you."

"You cannot say things like that."

"Hey..... We are not going to hell, chill," Aayan tries to calm me down.

But I am on fire. She can curse me, but she cannot say those things to Aayan. She perfectly knows how I feel about him and should respect my sentiments. But then I guess something serious may have happened. Is Zara alright? I become tensed for her.

Class is not end but Aayan wants to leave early. For his reasons, he is hungry and he has a Physics exam. What will I do without him so I decide to leave as well? We do the last of our math and pack our bags. Aayan suddenly goes out.

He comes back and starts to turn the pages of Mohammed sir's diary. He shows me some chapters and asks me if I have notes on those. I reply that I have some personal ones but sir does not provide us with any. He then continues to turn the pages again.

Then suddenly I ask him a strange question. I ask him what is the meaning of his first name (which I am not going to write here). He just smiles and tells me that Aayan means enlightened. Which I do not know but I want to know the meaning of his first name.

"Everyone knows. Why are you asking?" he replies.

"I know two meanings. I just want to confirm," I answer.

"Just leave it okay? It's irrational."

"I want you to say the meaning with your voice."

"Just let go of the damn thing."

He gives a genuinely shy smile and my heart totally stops beating. How can his smile affect me in this irrational way? We both go out together and I pester him to tell the word which is apparently "lover". But he is just too stubborn. He quickly walks down the stairs and runs away.

I get down too and get out of the gate. I look for him over the crowd and eventually find him. But I have to go back home so I cross the street instead of going after him. I again look back once over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of a Hoor in Black T-shirt.