4th December, 2016.
I laughed at a silly observation made by Adweta about school canteens.
Our Dramatics class that takes place in the Main Hall had just ended and we were proceeding to our class. I don't know what is it about recess that make the kids crazy. Like right now, not only the juniors, but also the seniors were acting like hungry cavemen; gobbling down anything that comes in their path.
But I guess, that's the charm about recess; all the students running down the hallway carrying their Tupperware containers or a crisp note to buy food from the canteen.
Adweta gasped a small 'woah' as an excited, hungry kid raced through the small gap between me and her and passed us.
We looked back at him and chuckled lightly.
"Sorry for boring you with my lame jokes. You might already be fed up of me.", she waved her hand nonchalantly.
"Eh, no. It's nothing like that.", I said.
"You are just being polite. You don't mean it.", she said a little seriously.
"And why would I do that?", I questioned.
She looked at me; those kohl-lined gothly eyes lacking the moist humour in them that was just there a minute ago.
She proceeded to say something, but as if she realised that she might reveal some secret, she closed shut her mouth and opened again to speak, "My two moron of friends are absent today. I won't bother you from tomorrow.", she giggled.
That.
But that moment.
I could do nothing but ignore that moment that just happened.
"And I am saying it again, I don't mind you.", I rolled my eyes.
She smiled just as we entered our class.
Without saying anything, she quitely proceeded to her place, took out her tiffin and exited the class along with it.
My thoughts were interrupted by the grumbling of my stomach.
Ugh. I can easily eat a whole buffet.
The thing is, just before our Dramatics class, I had my P.T. session, and everybody knows that P.T. teachers get a mind-boner when seeing poor kids run across the perimeter of the huge ground in the winter months.
While I had my P.T. sessions, Adweta had her Biology class.
So, I stayed down and then Adweta had joined me there.
Just as I was about to fish my lunchbox out of the first chain, a thin paper traced along my fingers.
I took the paper out and saw that it was a small note. In it, was written:-
'naa harf kharch karna tum
naa harf kharch hum karenge
nazar ki syaahi se likhenge
tujhe hazaar chitthiyaan khamosh jhidkiyaan
tere pate pe bhej denge
lmao sorry but I don't know why I thought of you when I had heard this song yesterday.
A nice playful one, this reminded me how childish you are lol (yes childish, bada hoja plix).
And maybe because you are the only one who cared enough.
Anyways, welcome back Khalid!
I hope you are well now. It has been five days since you didn't attend school (yep I stalked, now shut up), and I hope your fever's down now, just as you had mentioned in Hangouts. Seriously though, stop gobbling down bucket-fuls of ice-cream in this season.
And on the other hand, teri immunity ki bhi maa ki abdomen hai. Glad that you came back.
I missed your bhondu-si shakal.
Now go and fuck yourself (: '
What in the name of hell did I just read?
The song references had become a routine for me, so that didn't bother me at all. But all the other things...
She had written the letter in black ink with huge block letters; almost computer-like.
There leaved no room for me to investigate or guess whose handwriting they belonged to.
Smart move.
"Yo, you coming or what?"
I looked up to find Harnit with his lunchbox, beckoning me to join our usual group.
I answered in affirmation and looked at the paper one last time. I chuckled out a small breath, folded the paper and tucked it in my pocket.
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