It was a pleasant summer morning, 7th April to be precise... I was wearing a yellow t-shirt , dark blue jeans, my hair was neatly combed, and a pair of sneakers... I was walking with my earphones plugged into my phone and music in my ears... Unaware of the world around me, a backpack slung on my shoulder containing a pen, a notebook and a calculator... It was my first day of tuition for the Common Proficiency Test (CPT) that is the entrance test for the Chartered Accountancy (CA) course. My 12th standard board exams were over a couple of weeks back and i had chosen to do CA along with my bachelors degree but the degree would start once the board results were out which were a couple of months away, so this was all I had to spend the time...
The day was truly beautiful in every way... The weather was just perfect... A pleasant sunshine flooded the city, the temperature was Just right... A pleasant breeze was blowing and just the best and my favorite slow romantic tracks played in my shuffle play-list of my phone... "The day could not start better..."
I walked till my tution class and went inside... There were a couple of people sitting already and waiting patiently for the teacher and other students... i went in and took my place in the first bench... i had known this place for a while now, i had done my high school tuition here and was well acquainted with my teacher...
The class was about 10 feet wide and 20 feet long but there was an entire wall that had a mirror on it. it was the longer wall so that made the class seem as 20 feet wide... i was admiring myself in the mirror when a few students came in and sat at different places... and the very next moment the teacher came in, we call him 'bhaiya' which means an 'elder brother' in Hindi as he was not very old in his late twenties... his name was Anand...
He came and patted my back as i was the only one from his previous students to have joined CA and promptly said,
"Welcome to Chartered Accountancy... it WON'T be easy!"
I smiled, knowing him from two years i had understood how he would often talk just to scare the students... watching me understand his way of saying that.. he started laughing too. The others were puzzled by watching us.. he then explained to them that he was just joking and it wouldn't be that difficult if we paid attention in class...
Then a student walked in... Dressed in a purple top with a black shrug on top and a black pair of leggings she came in to the class... She was late... Her earphones almost fell off her ears as she entered in a rush... Bhaiya calmed her down and gave her water... She sat down beside me... I saw her... I could not take my eyes off her.. She was... Beautiful... The white earphones that she was using was beautiful... Her left hand finger nails were about an inch long and the right ones were just the way they should be... She had long hair... A round-ish face on which her hair would constantly come and stick as if there was some magnet in her face and the hair was attracted to it... She would calmly put the hair back behind her right ear... Her eyes were like a deep ocean... A beautiful ocean... Suddenly I heard,
"Hi!"
I realized I was staring at her... I quickly turned my gaze to another side then turned back to face her and said,
"Hi!, I am Rohan."
"My name is Nisha." She said... And what a beautiful name that was... Was it really that beautiful or it was just my mind connecting the day and the girl and the name basically everything was seeming beautiful to me... I was very happy. It was the day when Bhaiya didn't teach but we did an introduction class.. Everyone told their names and the names of their schools they were from... And Bhaiya provided everyone with the customized books or mat as we would call it (mat stands as a shot form of 'study
"mat"erial' yeah that's the way we got it out) so we took the mats with us and everyone exchanged phone numbers as that was important to schedule or reschedule classes...
The next class I had arrived quite early just so that I could meet her... Or rather see her... I don't know why but I had this urge to talk to her... To know her better than just her name and number...
I saw her coming some time later from a distance.. She Carrie the mat and an exercise book in her hand and her earphones were plugged into her ears like before... She was wearing a white coloured top with a dark coloured three-quarter pant and her hair was open... She walked briskly but slowly... She was singing some song that I could not lip read from the distance... But I felt that the song was nice because I could see her smiling and that smile of hers made my heart skip a beat... She was smiling and I was smiling watching her... She came up to me and said,
"Hi! Rohan right?"
I then realized that I was again staring at her... Changing my gaze, I said,
"Yeah.. And you are Nisha..."
"That's right!", she said, and smiled at me... I smiled back... She stopped smiling... I kept on smiling... Suddenly her phone rang and there was weak network there so she walked a few steps away from me in order to receive the call... I saw her from the back... Her hair came down halfway down her back... She was tall... Not very tall but a decent height for a girl... Must have been somewhere around 5'7" and she looked gorgeous... She finished with her call and came back to where I was... A few more students had arrived by then... They were all discussing some tram accident that took place in the city the previous day... We all waited outside as another class was going on inside and as soon as it ended , we went inside... Nisha sat on the same bench as me, that was the first bench... I sat there because the air conditioner threw air direct at that place and I loved the cold air of an AC... Why did she choose the first bench... I do not know... Was it because I was sitting there... The thought crossed my mind then my mind said... "don't be so foolish... She is here to study and that is why she has sat in front..." I accepted what my mind said and Bhaiya taught something to do with the basic stuff in accounts... Journal... I had done that in class 11 so that wasn't much of a new thing and it was pretty simple... I was good at it... So was she... After the class was over, she went away... I kept on looking at her till she turned and I could see her no more... I walked back towards my home... I was constantly thinking about her and slow romantic tracks from my play-list played in my earphones... I felt that each song was made for me... Each song was made for us...( me and her) I was so much deep in thought and imagination that I did not realize that I was standing in the middle of the road and a car was honking at my side asking me to move... I saw the driver and apologized... He swore to me and drove off... I didn't care... I was busy imagining each song being played in the background and the two of us looking at each other...
I was in love... I was in love with her... With her hair... With her eyes... With her smile... With her name... She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen...
