Meet Indira Devi, an ambitious 18-year-old from India who secures acceptance into her dream university, The London School of Economics. Leaving behind the comforts of her home country, she sets out on a journey to pursue her passion for economics an...
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13th of August, first day of LSE
Eating lunch with Indira was delightful. However, every time I had an opportunity to flirt, my amazing friend Aidan would interrupt me. Great, just great.
After a heavy lunch, we toured around the streets of London to 'burn the calories,' according to Aidan. True to form, Aidan eventually ditched us in the middle, leaving me and Indie alone. That was the highlight of the evening, and I thank God for granting me this opportunity.
So, it's just you and your dad since you were a baby? Mate, that's-I'm sorry. It really isn't fair for anyone," I said, looking at her with a small, sympathetic smile.
"Kinda hard to believe you're sharing all this information with some random dude you met three days ago in a foreign country," I added, letting out a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
"Hm, you are right, Noah. Who even are you?" Indira chuckled, taking a bite of her vanilla ice cream.
"Okay, let's set that aside. I have a question," I said, noticing her look up at me with full curiosity as she took another bite from her ice cream cup. She was short and adorable, and it was endearing to see her look up at me whenever she spoke, her big eyes filled with intrigue.
"Who on earth eats ice cream in autumn? Mate, it's freezing cold, and you want to eat ice cream?" I asked, looking at her with a flabbergasted expression, my lips parted and my eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.
"Noah," she said, meeting my gaze, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief, "I'm Indian and I have Italian blood. Plus, coming from Palermo, where it's always hot, im used to eating a lot of ice cream. I can eat anything and everything in any condition. I'm born that way." She shrugged nonchalantly, as if the weather weren't freezing at all and the ice cream was just another delightful treat she enjoyed, regardless of the chilly autumn air.
The sight of her savoring her ice cream in the crisp, cold weather made me smile. Despite the freezing temperature, she seemed completely unfazed, her spirit warm and unbothered by the chill. Her resilience and carefree attitude were captivating, making me appreciate her even more.
Boy, was this girl full of surprises. She was like a mystery box brimming with secrets and treasures, and I was the curious little boy, eager to open it up and discover the hidden depths within .I found myself captivated, wanting to unravel the layers of her personality and uncover the wonders she held inside.
I smiled softly at her reply and let out a small chuckle.
