His Last Gift

NEW ONE

 

n 4th July 2018, as a Fresher I entered into my college, with a fear we usually have. The gate too big, and inside the campus, there were much students, all collaged with freshers and seniors.

My dad had a work and even my mom does, so they left me alone and that’s not a big deal.

I walked and many eyes were staring at me. As I wore a jean and a shirt, though not an unusual thing, but people over there also wore like me. May be I am a new one so.

Yes. I came here on first week of June from Chennai. Here, the climate is not too bad when compared to Chennai.

This place is kind of cool but not a hill station but it does. At the right side, there is a parking slot, bikes and cars were there, and in front, Principal's cabin, along with it, there is a board for classes.

Well, I opted business course as I am planning to carry on my Dad's business. A Retailer.

My class was on the first floor of Southern block and I walked over there. Not too long, I reached there within 5 minutes.

The class's door was strong and above that, there was tiny wooden block written ‘BUSINESS STUDIES' and I entered in.

I saw there were about 25 students. No place except the last bench. The class was staring at me.

It was not late because the teacher wasn’t there. At last bench, there was a boy who sat like a still.
 

I went there and I sat at his bench. The people were chatting with each other but the boy over here, didn’t. He didn’t talk with anyone else. May be he is like my type, an INTROVERT.

He didn’t notice me as I sat near him. But I was amazed, amazed by his beauty. His perfect jaws, his eyes – brown coloured eye balls, his sharp nose, and his lips like red apples, his messy hair – silky dark brown. But the way he looked seems weird.