Jab(when) we met (completed!)

2. Why are there so many Bengalis in Bangalore?

Why are there so many Bengalis in Bangalore?

"Sasha? Wake up! Come'on!" I usually needn't be woken up, but today was the first day of school. I had got highly accustomed to sleeping my ass off the entire dayin the summer vacation that lasted two months. But once I Got into the habit, nothing could stop me from waking up early.

"Shit! What's the time?" I panicked. I couldn't be late on my first day!

"Your bus comes at 7:30. Right? Anyway, go hurry up!"

I didn't wanna be late on my first day! I couldn't.

"Is dad dropping?" I asked, as I tore apart the crusted toast using my teeth. Entirely roasted and crusted bread. Or nothing.

"If you have missed the bus, he'll drop you." I was lucky that my dad didn't have to go office early that day. Else, I would have chanced missing one of the most awaited days of any school year.

Ghosh. Talk about the uniform. Actually don't.

My admission to the school was done in such a hurry. The normal school year started from June in south India. And I arrived only in June. No other school would accept my application form.

I won't judge the school yet. I had been there only once - the day of my interview. It didn't have good infrastructure, but, no comments.

I grabbed my lunchbox, the last piece of toast still hanging by my teeth, and rushed out the doors. Crap. It was half past seven already. All I could see was a deserted bus stop, except for a few cars flying past me. I had definitely missed the bus.

Shit.

I called my dad from the security compartment and asked him to drop me. My car came by almost immediately and we set off.

We were finally there and people were still getting into the pale 4-storeyed building with a huge banner saying "The Oxford English School"

Thank God. I didn't think I was too late.

The entrance was a particularly small one. A huge gate opened directly into a large space where I supposed they had their prayers and assemblies. To my right was a small reception. After asking her my way to class, I looked around. Just as she had directed me, I climbed up four floors and after a little bit of roaming in circles, I found my class.

I knocked on the door and was greeted by a lady in her twenties wearing a bright. She led me into the class and intrduced me to everybody.

She was a very pretty looking lady. She had small eyes, and her chubby cheeks didn't seem a part of the lean body she had. She wore thinly lined spectacles and she got dimples in the slightest of smiles.

"Hello Sasha! My name is Suma and I will be your class teacher this year." and with a sweet smile, she seated me down.

I had started liking her already!

She taught chemistry. She was a good teacher too!

I started taking down notes like the obedient kid I was, and the girl next to me nudged me. So much for being obedient. She had straight brown hair which was tied into a slick ponytail and she had chocolate brown eyes of the matching color. Her smile was wide and her perfect, lined teeth showed.

"Hi Sasha! I am Trisha!" Why did all school follow be-sweet-to-the-new-girl-thing?

"Hey. You know my name." And you better not be a bitch. I half smiled at her, I didn't want to show happiness if I didn't have any in me. The bell soon rang.

Break time already?

I threw my backpack onto the table so that it was in front of me. I pulled out some money out of the wallet and stood up. Then, I remembered that the school didn't have a canteen.