SARA's Fantastic Truth

Sara's new hobby

After shouting at her, Keme came back to his senses and said
" He is a professor at our college".
"Alright!" Sara confessed.
The professor had been away for a while and returned with some popcorn and drinks in his hands by the time performance began. Unexpected they weren't for him. He gave them for us and assured them that they should take them. They embarrassedly accepted his warm gestures and had them. Actually keme didn't have it, he passed it to others while Sara accepted them because she has no chance to forward it to others, because he was sitting next to her. First was a traditional dance to welcome the guests. The next performers were waiting near the dais for their turn to come. Meanwhile some one called keme to meet with him. It seems like they're requesting something and keme looking with the same sternness. He then turned towards me and she assured him that she would be there and he can come look after her after finishing his whatever business.

Eating her popcorn, Sara was enjoying the performances one by one. Be began a horror one.
" What kind of colleges allow these performance?" She cursed at the college in a low voice, a neighbor will be able to hear.
" It's just a performance. They are just acting" he kept a hand over her to assure her.
She slowly raised her head to look at the stage when a man suddenly raised from her back in a ghost costumes with a weird shouting. She yelled at her maximum throwing over the popcorn in her hands over all those in the front row.

She held the professor's hand and started running away from them. Not knowing what to do, he followed her without much disagreement. When she could see a clear passage, she stopped running and started taking her breath. The professor looked for a bench and sat there comfortably with his hands folded waiting for her to become normal. Once she has become normal, she too sat next to him and apologized for her behaviour.

"List out the phobias you have?" He asked out of nowhere.
" That's sudden!" She started laughing hardly. He looked at her with a stable expression still expecting the answer.
She stopped laughing and started thinking about how to answer. Slowly moving the traces falling over her cheek to the back of her ear, she said
" I am not afraid of anything. Also, professor, I am not your student. I am an employee" she stopped and said "an ex- employee, so stop whining at me."
" You said you are a high schooler earlier"
"Holy crap! Where the hell is Keme?" She thought in her mind.
" Look, professor!" S
" It's Ram"
" Oh! are you an Indian?"
" Yes".
" Wow!!". She stood glaring at him in astonishment.
"It's time to answer, ms. Sara"
She is still feeling shy and said " yeah! I was saying that I am afraid of ghosts and crowds" , she continued telling the list slowly one by one looking at him " and cockroach, frog, rat, lizards, and then dogs, cats.. "

"Well literally everything! " He said it sarcastically. She laughed in shy.

"What do you teach?" She asked shyly.
" I am called an expert in the field of medicine, but I teach macro economics. I also conduct language classes on Sanskrit."

" Wow!!" She exclaimed.

"How come the fact that I am an Indian changed you so suddenly. So drastically?" He asked in surprise.

Now she understood the awkwardness she created. She said coming back to her senses " I am really sorry, professor Ram for making you feel awkward. But it's just that I am fond of Indian culture and learnt about the lordly figure Ram from my friend. When I first heard, i was determined to have a man like him to share my life with".

"Hmmm! Interesting!" He smiled and started walking away, while Sara held back him.
" I want to learn from you." Sara asked.
" What do you want to learn?" Ram asked in surprise.
" Sanskrit".
Since economy and medicine are not what Sara can take because of her low skills, she preferred the language class. Because any language class would start from basic.

" Why do you want to learn Sanskrit?"

Now she has to think of another reason. After a thought she said,
" I want to translate Sanskrit works of Indian heritage into Korean." She said calculating her words.
You know what Sara, to translate works, it is not just the knowledge of language that is needed, but also good describing skills. You need to be open to the diverse perspectives that any work offers and need to be poetic at times. All succesful translators have their own writings before they began translating others works.

She was deliberate to get along with him while he was trying to play hard.
"Oh! Don't underestimate me professor. I am a very good Writer. In fact I am about to start one today. But keme brought me here." She said it with a pride.

"Oh! That's good. I am eager to read your work."
"What?!" She was surprised.
" I will take classes for you. But before that bring me your writing. Let me see your skills." He said what he has to say and gave her a good bye smile.

She walked back to her seating and waited for keme.
"Let's go!" Keme came and called her. He is in a different costume than the one he wore earlier.
"What is this?" S
"Where have you been?" K
"Well those ghosts scared me, so I ran way. But what about you?" S
"I made a performance just now" K
" Yaa!!! I have been outside just for few minutes and how come you performed only when I was away" Sara is very much disappointed that her eyes filled with tears though they did not drop.
Keme seemed angry but looking at her eyes his anger diluted.
"Let's go." He said again in a passive tone.
This time tear did drop from her eyes. Keme felt uncontrolled. He grabbed her by her hands and walked past the crowd. What they both did not notice is someone has clicked a photo of theirs.