The 3G Life

August 25 Saturday 2018

I love vacations. But now I am just waiting for this vacation to end. I just cannot wait to get back to coaching and meet all my classmates. Most importantly Aadil, I miss him so much. And I really need to know how he has been for this entire time, and is he physically well.

"Class will start from 29 August," Mohammed sir had texts me.

"Okay sir, I will be on time," I text back.

"Have you finished all the homework?"

"Yeah sir, most of it are finished."

"Mark the problems and show them to me in class."

I really do not know much about Mohammed sir. But I know one thing that if I have any chance to get world highest in Mathematics, it will be for him. He is giving me so much attention that I am sometimes afraid if I can return all the efforts he has put on me.

Mohammed sir lives near our house and always comes to coaching by a bike. He has a wife and a beautiful son who is just a few months old. His native home is in Mohammedpur and I am sometimes very surprised at the similarity of his name and parent's place.

Uncle Sahib has also went to his village. Everyone is so lucky to get out of their usual lives and just spend a few moment in the green countryside. Uncle Sahib is not a person who has lots of money but he has amazing manners which is really rare in people that I have met.

From what I have gathered, Uncle Sahib Lives in Mohammed sir's coaching. When I hear it, I feel bad. I mean, the coaching space is not accommodative enough for a person to live. And a person like Uncle Sahib deserves better. I hope he will have a better home in future.

"Salam, Amber," Uncle Sahib greets the other day.

"Salam. Uncle Sahib. Are you fine?" I reply.

"No, I have a cold, I think."

"Have you taken any medication?"

"Yeah. Don't worry. Please go and sit inside."

I was first afraid because there were times when there was no one else except Uncle Sahib and me in the coaching. But gradually I realize my fear is pointless. Uncle Sahib cannot even hurt an ant and he always looks out for me like his daughter.

"Hey, how are you? How is vacation going?" calls Saeed on the phone.

"Yeah, I guess I am doing well," I reply.

"Hey, how is Zara? I did not talk to her for 12 hours."

"Are you crazy? I haven't talked to her in 24 hours."

"Really? I wonder if she is alright."

Has Saeed actually gone insane? He has not talked to her in 12 HOURS? Come on Saeed, you can do better than this. People get desperate when they fall in love. But too much desperation may lead to losing one's dignity. I will really not like to lose my dignity to Zara at least.

Besides, I hate to say this but Saeed deserves someone much better than Zara. I mean Zara does not deserve to be his first love. When they will break up, I think Saeed will lose his belief in love altogether. And I do not want to see him broken just now.

We have kind of developed a trust in each other in the last few months. But sometimes Saeed treats me like Zara's PA. And when I point this out at him, he is on his knees and apologizing. I do not hate to pass their messages to each other but who does not like individuality?

I chat with Zara every single day. I mean, she is the one who actually talks the most and hardly lets me speak, but I just cannot live without her. Sometimes I get restless with her long talks about her multiple boyfriends but hey, that is Zara, I have to live up to it.

Zara literary gets every boy whom she lays her eyes upon. That even breaks my friendship with this boy named Arifuz with whom I had three years of friendship. Zara has brought out his true side which I was not at all ready to see. But I am thankful to Zara that she did it for me.

My friendship with Zara started when we started singing duet in our school auditorium. We have similar choices of music. She has scale but I have melody. Our coordination has always been perfect and maybe singing is the only thing that makes us equal and Zara less dominating.

"Hey. I am missing you so much Amber," calls Zara on the phone.

"Yeah, I miss you too. Just waiting to meet you," I reply.

"I have so many things to tell you."

"Anything other than boys? Hope not."

"You know me so well. Where would I be without you?"

It really is true. Where will she be without me? And moreover she actually feels it. Does Aadil feel the same way? Does he feel that his life is totally incomplete without me? Wait, does he WRITE ABOUT ME? What will he say when he read this?

3G is so much different than Manarat. Actually,it is quite the opposite. And it is introducing me to feelings that I will nothave felt anywhere else. All I have ever seen of 3G is its rooftop from thewindows of my classroom. But now, I am actually a part of it.