Aarav Banerjee is a mystery wrapped in silence. He speaks only when necessary, yet when he does, everyone listens. He's not popular, but everyone knows him. He's just joined junior college, though not very thrilled about it. He's not quiet, just car...
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"I am Aastha, me and my group stand for 'money can buy happiness'. Everything these days runs on money. I am sure a poor person is not as happy as a wealthy person. I mean, c'mon we all can agree that crying in a BMW is better than crying on a bicycle" she says with a chuckle.
Her team cheers for her when she finishes.
"My name is Aarav and this group stands for 'money can't buy happiness'. Wealth is good and all but it shouldn't replace joy. What if that one rich person doesn't have what we all need. Love, care, support, a family basically. Then he's just a poor man with money."
His team cheers for him and pats him on his back. But he doesn't even smile. He just glares at Aastha.
Sushant, sitting on the third bench from Aastha's team gets up to speak "That rich man still has food to eat, a shelter to live under. He will survive."
The class erupted with ooos and aahs.
"Will he survive though? Who will make sure he eats the food he's given?" A girl from Aarav's team replies with confidence and Aarav gives her a high five.
Aarav's bench partner, Harsh adds on "areypaise hath ka mail hote hai.Kabhi hai toh, kabhi nhi hai"
(Translation: Money is not permanent. It comes and it goes)
Aastha rolls her eyes at them and looks at Khushi, her bench mate coming up with a point. "When you have wealth, you have control. Power. Respect. No one corrects a rich person's grammar."
"Money is a number and these numbers are endless.A person's greed will never let them be satisfied wi-"
Aastha cuts him off and says "Agar tumhare paas itne hi paise hai toh mere account mein transfer kardo".
He huffs with irritation and begins to counter but the bell rings.
He was filled with annoyance and anger. He hated losing. But he had just realised that the thing he hated more, was losing to her.
