The Storm We Started

02|It isnt so bad after all

Gulnaz opened the big grey doors of the old building, stepping inside towards the reception. This university building is actually for MBA students and they had one lecture hall empty so the club decided to keep its meeting in this wing.

"Um where is the poetry club hall?" She asked the receptionist who was busy on her call. When she didn't answered Gulnaz question, Gulnaz judged her.

Yellow shirt,blue pants and red glasses and had a big puff hairstyle. She looked funny and cheap. Gulnaz thought, how could a woman like her have this much attitude? Is she talking to her boyfriend? Bet her boyfriend has the same fashion sense as hers.

Gulnaz rolled her eyes in irritation and walked away. She certainly won't wait on that lady to finish her call. But just when Gulnaz took three steps, the receptionist stopped her.

"Hey! Stop going inside, you're not allowed" she shouted

Gulnaz turned around with her brows furrowed in anger, "What the—"

"Don't you know you can't go inside without your ID? Show me your ID now" the petite girl stood in front of gulnaz. With her 5'7 feet height she towered over the receipt who was barely 5 foot.

Gulnaz was irritated, the receptionist first ignored her and now she's showing attitude. I'm in university campus already for fucks sake! What the hell would I be doing here if I wasn't a damn student? Gulnaz thought.

Not wanting to get into a childish fight, she picked out her ID from her bag to show. Once the receptionist eyed her ID. "Where is the poetry club—"

Before Gulnaz could finish asking her, the receptionist resumed her call and turned around.

"Fucking bitch" Gulnaz said loudly for her to intentionally hear.

"Hey you! What did you call me?!" The yellow receptionist shouted but Gulnaz ignored her and hurriedly went deep inside the building.

Since Gulnaz didn't know the room number so she peeked at every class trying to find Dilip sir. The class was at the very end when she found him. She entered the class and every eye was on her.

Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Jesus, haven't they seen anyone coming late?

"Ms.Kaur, please take a seat. We were all waiting for you." Professor Mahajan told her.

Why? Am I a fucking celebrity now?

She took the only seat she could find empty. She removed her bag and made herself comfortable.

"Since Ms.Kaur is here now, we can start with the meeting." Professor Mahajan voice boomed in the class. It was firm yet soft, he wore a brown cotton kurta with pants. His white specs made him look like a typical shayar. "first thing, I wanna know who reads poetry regularly?"

Everyone raised their hands except for Gulnaz, even the guy beside her.

"Good number, how many of you write?" He asked again and again everyone raise their hands.

She wanted to dig a hole and disappear inside it. This was so embarrassing. She does not fit here at all. All of them are such nerds. She left out of place.

"Okay. That's great. So here's what we gonna do each week. Every week you'll recite one poem to the whole class and one poem for me to give feedback on so we can improve on it. Since this is a first meeting for this summer so let's get to know each other and talk about favorite poetries."