How do you befriend
the python?
Him
So there were two ways to play the virgin lady. I could either a) play hard to get (which was a moot point, since she wasn't even around me during class hours, or lunch, or anytime on college campus) or b) play the boyfriend.
I was a hundred percent sure that she hadn't had a boyfriend so far because of her status at college. See, she didn't have friends. Looking for her was tough. Her class was in the Electronics department, and no one in their right mind went there. Neither was she popular or anything of the sort. I'd been watching her these past few days. She was... boring. That's it.
Surya hadn't spoken to me since that night at the campfire, but that was weeks ago. This was now. Watching her walk to me, the gate just ways ahead of me, I found her attire utterly drab and boring. And those dull glasses, dreary and dark and so, incredibly uninteresting.
What did Surya see in her?
Was that why I was here, to figure out what the guy liked about her? "She's special," he'd said. "Special. You wouldn't get it."
Well, I wanted to get it, I guess. "Hey." I called out, knowing not to expect much. She didn't stop, but she looked at me, slowed in her steps, only a tad. "Wanna have coffee?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Do you know who I am?"
"Does it matter if I don't?"
When she sighed, I figured the story wasn't anywhere near close to beginning. "What'd Surya tell you?"
"Nothing." I assured her, well, tried to. "This has nothing to do with Surya."
"Doesn't it?" she pierced through me, through my lies, walking off then. "Bye, Krish."
Never an impolite word from her word, I observed, as my eyes followed her to the end of the trail, where the gate divided this world from that. Stepping forward, I took the same trail to the bus stop, hoping she'd be here tomorrow.
Wait, did she go by the bus?
Her
"Let's go, driver."
"Yes, ma'am."
"And can you please open the windows," taking off my bag, I felt a little less stuffy. Or maybe that was just what Krish had done to me. The fiend. "And take the long route home."
"Papa asked for you to return straight home."
"The not-so-long route, then, Ram." I pleaded.
Without another word, we were off.
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Stag Tales Moon Talk
Novela Juvenil"Must there be a cliched dialogue a man says to the woman of his life as he proclaims his love for her?" "There must," she answered. "It's the one thing that all girls dream about as they fall asleep, wishing for a man who'll understand all of her i...
