Moving On

Chapter Three

It was Monday morning, I was getting late for my class as I over slept a little. I hurriedly got dressed and rushed to the road. There is a 7:40 a.m. bus for the students to my campus every day and if I miss that then I will have to go by any other means, perhaps by a local vehicle with the help of spending some of my pocket money. I certainly do not want that unless I have to. But by the time I got there it was already 7:50 a.m. I am late!

I was frustrated. I was about to shout out loud to release my anger and frustration and then suddenly I felt another person's presence behind me. I turned back to see, it was her, the girl from that white house, Barsha Rahman. She was coming towards me. She was wearing an apron. I wondered if she was a medical student and tried to recall if Girish and Swaresh had told me anything about it. Nothing came to mind. Those two only blabbed about worthless things. She had a side bag, hanging around her shoulder. It's colour was pink, typical for girls I think.

While she was coming towards me I looked her into her eyes and saw that she was also looking at me through her rectangular spectacles. I think those spectacles had power glasses. Its frame was black and nice, and it nicely matched with her face.

The apron along with the spectacles was illustrating an impression of a very smart person. But to me, I do not think the pink bag goes with these at all. Well, I have to accept the fact, she was not only a very smart looking person but also a very smart looking girl. Again the thought of "pink colour!" made me chuckle and she noticed it. She smiled in a curious manner and said, "what's so funny?"

I was flabbergasted at her question. I did not know she would notice my smile and ask question about it. It was like getting caught when one is off guarded. I hastily said, "Nothing, nothing!" She again smiled and said, "You must be with the new family that has recently moved in here."

I said, "Yes. My name is Sraban Chowdhury"

"Oh, hi, my name is Barsha Rahman. Nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you too"

Then she said, "So what do you do?"

I said, "Oh, I am a student. I am studying Finance at the Local University. And you?"

She said, "Oh! Me? I am also a student. I am in the MBBS course at the Local Medical College."

It was a little obvious, she was wearing apron after all. Then suddenly she shouted, "Oh, here comes my bus. See you later." A bus stopped there and she got into it. It was the student's bus of that Medical College. She left and I watched her bus go..