"ohh orange suit..!!"
Finally I turned around to face that rascal jisne mujhe itni "politely" awaz di.
Vo dono bakaida haf rahe the. Ek lamba, lean aur thoda dark banda aur uske side mein khada ,thoda chubby aur fair skinned , cute sa ladka .
Bilkul Charlie Chaplin jaisa.
Main un dono ko confusingly dekh rhi thi . I realised ki unki ye "halat" meri wajah se hui hai.
Poor guys.
I apologized when they stopped panting.
Vo cute ladka apne smartphone pe khuch check karne laga aur vo dark skinned ladke ne mere se pucha," Kya apka 1st year hai?"
Uske accent se main samajh gai thi ki vo rural ya phir small town se hai .
I nodded in yes.
Usne apna hath uss cute ladke ke kandhe par rakha aur bola," Aapke paas AIH ke notes honge..."
"Haan hai but vo notes English mein likhe hai...",
" Hame English mein hi chahiye....", He said.
"Actually mujhe chahiye notes...", Finally he spoke. Charlie Chaplin bolta bhi hai.??
His gazed was fixed on his phone screen.
Weird.
Uss Charlie Chaplin ki photocopy ka dost to chala gaya aur usse pta bhi nhi chala.
That Charlie Chaplin was still there, checking something on his phone.
Okay so now that's awkward.
"Vaise main aaj notes lai nhi...tum kl le lena ...."
Finally he looked at me.
I guess he realised ki uska dost chala gya hai because he was looking a bit uncomfortable.
But why.?
"Okay to main baad mein notes le lunga...", He said .
"Thik...tumhara naam?" I asked.
"Nitin", and he ran away.
Like , seriously, HE RAN AWAY.!!
And the worst part...maine handshake karne ke liye hath bhi badaya tha but he ignored it and RAN AWAY!!!
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