~~~~~~~~~~Vikram~~~~~~~~~
I sauntered to the department. And I very well knew Harini is following me behind. Entering in to the department, I turned to look at her.
"Harini. Can you please keep these books over there and the arrange the desk ?" I asked softly in a normal tone.
She was surprised to hear that from me. Why not? because our HOD and 2 other senior Professors are here in the department.
She abided and did the task without saying any.
"Harini, can you sort out the books in that book shelf and organize it?" I ordered again softly.
I saw her gritting her teeth and still did the work.
"can you hand this over to Kavitha mam?" I gave her a record note.
She took that and handed it over to Kavitha mam who was sitting in the other table little far away from my mine.
Harini came back. She opened her mouth to say something. But I interrupted her.
"go bring your imposition paper"
"Sir.. Sir Please sir"
"I said bring it. bring it now"
She stood there with puppy face. I sat continuing my work not bothered about her antics.
"did you bring the papers?" I asked stretching my hands while still looking at my system.
There was no reply. I lifted my gaze from the system to look at her.
"Sir.. please sir.. I am sorry" She pleaded. I continued with my work.
Finding no response from me, dejectedly she walked out of the department and brought the paper.
"Sir.." she handed out the papers.
I looked at it. Earlier, I was in a hurry and did not have a proper look of it. But noticed she has written some lyrics in to it.
Currently, I started from the very first paper to see what she has written.
"Sir"
"Shh.. until I say don't talk" I warned her
I very well know that other students might have even forged or done something like this to avoid writing the imposition feeling bored of it.
But I am not going to leave her so easily. First 3 papers had the imposition. Then came the 4th paper , I skimmed through it quickly as it might contain the subject alone not bothering to read the entire content. Then came the first line in fifth page.
pen koondhal meedhu poovagattaa?
poo koondhal kalaiththu vilayadatta?
Melidhaana muththathil saththe illai
Meththai mel saivaththil artham illai
(Translation: Shall I be the flower on the lady's hair?
or Shall I undo your hair and play with it?
There's no masculinity in a delicate kiss!
Being a veggie on the bed makes absolutely no sense!)
"sampradhayini, supini, suddha poosani. ee..ee.ee" I heard her sing in low voice.
"what??" I asked her lifting only my gaze from the paper without my head. She stood naive with folded hands as if she is very naive who is getting scolded by her Dad for her low marks.
"Background music sir"
(non telugu readers - search for this comedy 'sampradayini.. soopini.. comedy'. Vikram and Harini are in similar situation now)
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Professor
Romance"maa.. I can't marry him" "why?" "because.. because.. he is a professor" "so what?" "please ma.. not him please. A professor should not marry a student. Its forbidden you know" I pleaded which went in to deaf ears. Another short story.
