The 3G Life

August 15 Wednesday 2018

Today is not a weekend but a National Holiday. Today is National Mourning Day and luckily my class is off. Though I prefer going to class rather than sitting at home, but I am relaxed all the well. And a call from Zara just refreshes me even more. She has a way to grab my attention.

"When is the last time you talked to Saeed?" asks Zara.

"Well. Yesterday. Why are you asking?"

"Because I have a very bad feeling he is up to something."

"Well, hei seemed to act quite normal yesterday."

"You don't know boys. They are the most unpredictable creature."

I agree with her. I do not know boys. Because I have never been with boys other than the debate club. And unfortunately none of the debate boys are interested in me. And debate has always gotten the better of our romantic side. Whereas Zara is always changing boyfriends once a month.

Rihana's birthday was a few days back. I bought her a Bengali book. I know she is not very good at this language but I am sure she had finished reading it already. Unlike Zara, Rihana is always grateful for everything. One of the reason why we hardly have fights.

"Thank you so much. It really means a lot," says Rihana.

"It is nothing. I know you've received better gifts," I reply.

"Maybe. But it's not the gift that matter."

"What matters then? The person who gifted it?"

"Yes. And the thought that comes with it."

That is Rihana. Always looking for the best in everything. Zara is a beautiful girl but I sort of love Rihana more. I mean she is not attractive or anything. WAIT. No, she is actually attractive in her own way. I mean Rihana's hair is actually my dream to attain.

Something happened yesterday that should be noted here. I think yesterday is closest Aadil ever got to me. I came to class and saw that Aadil was sipping his coffee outside. When I was putting down my bag on the chair, I saw that the handle of the bag was stuck to my pin.

I tried to take it off but it got stuck even more. There was no one else other than Aadil and Uncle Sahib. I was quite helpless and preferred Aadil more than Uncle Sahib so I called him for help. He was a bit surprised and his first instinct was to pull the handle.

I held his hand to stop him. Otherwise my hijab would have probably tore up. I said to him that my pin was stuck with the handle. He came a step closer. I could literary feel his breathing. For his ease I took a step back at him too. He was behind me so I could not see his face.

He gently began to untangle the loosened strings. All the time my body was tensed but also yearned for his touch. He was very careful not to touch me over my clothes. I think this is the closest we will ever get to be. Finally my handle came of the pin and he released me.

"Thank you. I swear not to ever wear this pin again," I said.

"It is not the fault of the pin," he replied.

"Of course it is. Why would it go through the handle?"

"It is okay. I was here to help right?"

"But you will always not be here."

Aadil just smiled at this and again went out the door. I sat down on the chair and tried to calm my breath. I again thought about what just happened. I thanked God for what He enabled to just happen. Why does not these incidents occur every single day? Maybe because we will appreciate them less.

After sometimes Saeed and Aadil entered together. I had already calmed down but still had some hesitation when looking at Aadil. Saeed sat with Aadil. I had brought the photographs of me and Zara just to show him how close we are as friends. Saeed saw them one by one and seemed a bit jealous.

He has to be. Zara and I are too close. And he can never be as close to her as I am. And moreover he cannot preserve these moments in photographs. Because if anyone ever see them together, their relationship is bound to break. Though I have a thin suspicion that it may break any day soon.

Aadil and Saeed started to talk to each other. Aadil sometimes casted a glance at me, maybe trying to understand what was going on in my mind but I gave nothing away. Saeed soon noticed this and smiled to himself. Shit Aadil. You did not have to inform the entire building that something happened.

"Are you guys completely okay?" asked Saeed in a playful tone.

"Of course I am. What made you ask that?" I replied.

"Why does it seem something is fishy?"

"Because you are like a cat."

"Cats always know what is going on."

Was it really that obvious? What was in our faces that gave everything away? Aadil and I both became conscious and tried even harder to hide our excitements but I think it only gave away our thoughts more. And all the time Saeed enjoyed the show. Who knows what he is going to report to Zara.

Class is again tomorrow. Thank God I do not haveto go to class today. I and Aadil both need a break. And I am still planningwhat to say to him when I meet him tomorrow. I am yearning to go to 3G buildingbut also am afraid of the consequences.