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 lay awake on my bed, my eyes wide open. I check the time for the 100th time and it's finally 6:30 am. College doesn't start until 11:30 am . But I couldn't sleep the whole night, as usual.
My dad was still sleeping in so I decided to study for a while. At exactly 8:30 am, my dad woke up and made me breakfast. We talked while eating dosa. I told him about the girl who bumped into me and then proceeded to embarrass me in front of the whole class. But I still had the upper hand. Its been a week since that. I have not talked to her ever since and I don't intend to. Nothing else has happened.
To my suprise, he asks "she seems nice. Is she your friend?"
Nice?? Friend??
"Dad.. I hate her." I reply like it's so obvious.
"Why would you hate her? She didn't embarass you, it was just a debate."
He might be right. I knew that. But I still hate her.
Dad goes on to talk about the new stuff in his corporate job. I could never work on a desk. Too boring. We talk for a while. And I leave for college earlier than usual. An hour, to be precise.
I decide to walk to my favourite spot in the whole campus of my college: the secret spot. It wasn't very mysterious actually, it was just an abandoned backyard behind the buliding. I found it on the day I got admitted here. A senior told me about it. I sit down on the creaky wooden bench.
Suddenly, I hear faint hisses. It was an open sewage gap and a cat was hissing and growling for help. I quickly sit on my knees and extend my hand towards the drowning cat.
He mercilessly scratches my skin "hey, I am trying to help you! Don't scratch me" I say to the cat.
After struggling to get the cat, i carry it to the safer side. It meows and runs out of the backyard.
My hands were stinky and dirty, full of scratches.
Geez, this is embarassing
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