The 3G Life

July 25 Wednesday 2018

I am a bit worried today. I am going through a lot lately. All these family issues and complicacies are just being too much for me. All these guests have suddenly come to our house and I have to sleep on the floor with a cushion for a pillow and unfortunately I am not even getting an hour of sleep.

I am sitting silently and thinking about all this when suddenly Aadil enters the class. He is going to say something in mockery but stops when he looks at me. He suddenly becomes all serious face and sits on the seat opposite me regarding me intensely.

"Why have you got dark circles around your eyes?" asks Aadil.

"I am not getting enough sleep," I reply silently.

"But you always get enough sleep."

"Look.... I don't want to talk about it."

"But you have to talk about it. Just tell me the whole matter."

I tell him everything and he just listens to me in silence. OWAO! Aadil is never silent. Why is he paying so much attention to me? I have accomplished the impossible. He does not even once diverts his eyes from mine while I am describing my awful situation.

"You really need to shift somewhere else," suggests Aadil.

"My family would be hurt if I do."

"You need to think about yourself too."

"I can't. I wasn't born to be selfish."

"But you aren't born to be unhappy either."

Owao! He is actually concerned about me and my feelings. What spell have I cast on him? I am just waiting for him to propose that I shift to his home. I can never accept the proposal but I will love to hear him say it. It will just make the whole thing so complete.

Uncle Sahib enters and breaks our thoughts. He informs that Mohammed sir will be late and that we should practice our works. But who is going to listen to him. We pretend to take out our books but soon go back to our conversation as he leaves.

Hadi is being quite late today. If anyone will understand my situation it will be him. He has gone through the same problem just a few days back. How does he cope with it? Maybe he is the most patient guy and I am never going to be up to his standards.

Aadil is still deep in thought. Is he still thinking how we can overcome this situation?

According to my perception this situation is inevitable. I will just have to face this and live with it as long as the guests do not go. Why are they not sensitive to my feelings?

"You don't have any other relatives in Dhaka?" asks Aadil.

"I have a great uncle but I am not comfortable with them."

"Why are you not comfortable with them?"

"They pamper me a bit too much for my taste."

"I thought girls liked pampering."

I just roll my eyes at this and take out my phone to continue reading "Fifty Shades". At least Anastasia has plenty of place to sleep. I just do not feel like talking to anyone else at all today. I feel tired and reckless. It feels that my temper is out of control.

Hadi enters the class and gives me his as usual sweet smile. I smile back but it does not have my heart in it. Hadi is too sensitive and understands instantly that something is wrong. But he is too preserved to ask me about it. I think he guesses a bit too.

Aadil suddenly looks at me and is looking for some words to comfort me but nothing comes to his mind. But just looking at his eyes I know that he feels bad for me. He feels that it is part of his suffering to see me suffer. Or that is the way I interpret it.

To my greatest surprise, Aadil places his hand on my cheek. He is comforting me with his touch. Aadil has TOUCHED ME?? Okay, guests can be in my house for the entire year if Aadil will cup my cheek like this every single time we see each other. I want nothing else.

"I wish I could help in any way."

"I think I would be fine."

"I can't see you like this. With these dark circles."

"You won't see these from tomorrow."

"Promise you would get some sleep."

I smiled reassuringly. I suddenly notice Hadi looking at both of us. What do I see in his eyes? Regret? Why is Hadi suddenly looking so sad? Hadi just glances down at the table and does not look up. Oh shit! What have I done to upset him?

Mohammed sir comes and our class holds. We do arithmetic and note down formulas. I make a lot of mistakes because my heart is not at all today in here. I just want to lie down and become senseless. I will really prefer a coma right now.

When the class is over Aadil proposes to give me a lift at my home. I gratefully refuse because I want to walk. It will refresh my mind about what happened today and what shall I decide about Aadil. The 3G building is bringing out another side of me.