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 press the red button on my phone's camera and after a ding, Aarav starts speaking.
"The observation is that there is lack of electricity and a proper supply of clean water. Like Aastha said-" Khushi cuts him off.
"What's Aastha? Call her by her last name. Be a little professional. This is not a vlog, it's an interview".
I suppress a chuckle by biting my bottom lip.
It was the third time Khushi had interrupted us. She was watching us interview the woman living in this house at the outskirts of the village.
Apparently, she was done with her interview and Tanmay was busy so she's irritating me and Aarav
Especially, Aarav.
He looks so frustrated. His lips are tightly sealed, as if physically stopping himself from saying something mean.
"Good point." He says curtly, deleting the video and recording another one.
"So as Ms. Sethi pointed out, there seems to be..."
Ms Sethi
My last name has never sounded this...good.
The way he says it in that boyishly deep voice with a hint of sarcasm but still managing to sound professional.
I'd like to hear it again.
As he finishes the first part, I start asking the pre-written questions.
"That will be all from my side, I would like Mr. Banarjee to continue with the questions" I say and we record the final part of our interviews.
Tomorrow we will be heading home. This trip was easily the best field trip in my life.
In school, when we went for picnics, I never really enjoyed. I wanted to but there was this feeling inside my mind reminding me I wasn't wanted. That I didn't fit in.
