My Encounters With The Prettiest Eyes

7. The BS Girls Of B1

The BS Girls Of B1

Friday,16th December 2022

It was an unusual morning with an early 8am CS lecture, yet we found ourselves waiting endlessly for Vardaan sir to arrive. After 15 minutes of futile waiting, Ramesh loaned me his college uniform shirt for a quick ID card photo, as reminders from the college were becoming persistent.

With no lecture in sight even after half an hour, I ventured out of the classroom. There, in the office, sat Ramesh, Sanjana (from B1), Lea, and Prashant, along with Vish mam.

"Mam, what about sir..?" I inquired, my frustration evident. Situations like these always tested my patience.

"Sir won't be coming today. He met with an accident," Vish mam informed, casting a solemn mood.

"Acha, this guy imitates everyone," Ramesh remarked casually as I settled in the office chair.

"Yeah, Bhai, Sajit sir, Sameer sir, Sunny sir, everyone," Prashant chimed in.

"I plan to mimic students too. I'm thinking who to start with," I joked, scanning the room.

"Meri kar na," Sanjana suggested, catching me off guard this time. I glanced at her, noticing her hair cascading over her shoulders. It reminded me of Lea, who often styled her hair differently from Sanjana's current look—a synergy t-shirt under a black sweatshirt with bold white borders on the sleeves.

"Your mimicry?" I confirmed, still unsure.

She nodded

"But I am not aware of any of your habits..", I excused. She continued to nod and blinked her eyes.

Seeing both of them there made me realize that they were the only two girls from BS College in the integrated course in Batch 1. So, I titled them as "The BS Girls of B1."

"It feels like a chilly winter night, you two sitting alone at a deserted railway station, wrapped tightly in blankets," I interjected, breaking the silence, earning chuckles from everyone.

"Sanjana, I'm hungry," Lea yawned lazily.

"Let's grab breakfast at McDonald's," Sanjana suggested, surprising me. Until then, I didn't know McDonald's served breakfast.

"Dude, it's quite a walk," someone protested.

"We'll take an auto," Sanjana assured, always having a solution.

"I don't have money," another countered.

"Then Monginis are a good option," Sanjana continued, unfazed.

"What will you have? A pastry?" she asked Lea.

"Anything's fine. Let me check how much I have," Lea replied.

"The nearest Monginis in Khandpur isn't open yet. We might need to order from Belsar," Sanjana noted, halting my scroll to the next reel. It was intriguing to see their breakfast choices, noting that from traditional North Indian options like poha, upma, samosa, kachori, vada pav, and misal pav, or South Indian staples, people had moved on to pastries as breakfast.

"Ordering breakfast from Belsar?" I commented, surprised.

Sanjana nodded. I scrolled onward, pausing again to see what I called heaven.

A plate stacked with dough balls awaited frying in a hot iron pan. A steel vessel held chickpea curry, ready to accompany the inflated bhaturas served with onions, pickles, and curd— quintessential Delhi-Punjabi breakfast. I showed it to both the girls.

"Tch tch tch..." someone reacted.

"So oily??..." Lea observed.

"Alright, how about this?" I suggested, showing another North Indian favorite: samosas with aloo ki sabzi. Their reactions were priceless.

"What address should I give?" they murmured softly enough for us to overhear.

"Kenzie," one suggested.

"But he might come downstairs outside the building," the other countered.

"We'll pick it up from there," the first decided.

"Can't he just deliver here...when he would be about to arrive, just ask her.'where are you bhaiya??"" I intervened, sensing their deliberations were getting disruptive.

"Bhaiyaa?" Lea chuckled, baffled by my suggestion. I never quite understood why people laughed at my remarks.

"If not 'Bhaiyaa,' then what? 'Saiyaan' perhaps?" I almost quipped but held back, realizing I didn't know them well enough.


A few moments later...


"I can't find my other sandal," Lea exclaimed, pushing her hair back.

"Maybe you left it downstairs," Sanjana suggested, bending down to check under the sofa.

"I see it, but it's far. How do I reach it?" Lea wondered aloud.

"Wait, I'll help," I offered, stashing my phone and retrieving a steel scale. Slipping it under the sofa, I retrieved her sandal and handed it to her, earning a grateful thanks.

Helping others always brought me joy from within.

Returning to class, I found the two girls joined by Naira and Rushika, now a foursome. Their breakfast had arrived, and they chatted animatedly, while I pondered the concept of having pastries for breakfast.