The Right Wrong...

He walks in through the classroom door...

The yellow t-shirt he sports with scraped jeans speaks of the kind of life he lives. And his black unkempt hair makes her totally sure of the kind of stuff he could be into and that she wouldn't seem to take part in any of it.

Actually, she doesn't even think of wasting time in thinking about him when she sees him... and he ceases to be the topic of any lassy discussion that goes on usually, at the hostel.

It's not long before she actually forgets him as a gone-off-the-track guy.

A year passes by and theres no sign of interaction between the two of them... there were no reasons to talk either, she sighs.

Another year begins... and fortunately or unfortunately, for her... she has common friends with him. There's a college fest that she's gonna be handling along with the common group of friends and him of course. There are signs of brief interaction between the two of them. But that's about it... she can keep to herself pretty well... its been coming to her naturally off late. It ends soon.

And suddenly out of no where... she gets a message in the middle of the night almost after six months... from an unknown number. And it's him.

She's cautious... for the n- number of reasons that she thinks he must've done it for. None of us want to be the butt of jokes that loiter around the college katta, do we?

Suspiciously eyeing the phone, every time it rings and carefully preserving every message he sends, to the extent that she deleted some very special messages she never would have deleted otherwise... She isn't realizing the slow affect he is beginning to have on her and the routine goes on until...

She gathers courage to reply and asks the reason for his messaging. That was the end! The bar had been broken. And she had ventured into the untrodden path, what she liked to call, "The Wrong!" 

She'd started talking to him... rather sharing her time with him.

"The Wrong" was something she had failed to resist, despite the numerous attempts she made to stop her from walking into it... *sigh* again.

She understood she would end up making him like her... in some way. In some way, he would lose the freedom he enjoyed.  In some way, he would lose the smile he flashed. In some way, he would lose his life... his identity. And gain nothing in return... 'cause she could'nt afford to live the way he did... 

And yet, she wanted "The Wrong" 'cause only he made her world seem "right".

SP...

I rarely express myself to thank my teachers... but I want to, for this one. I owe her that day.

Practical Exam - Day 2.

She was the supervisor... and I pre-fitted it into my head that today was going to be really tough. And it was... but in another way.

I'd had to execute an ALP in Microprocessors and it was something I thought I knew... until ofc I got to know that I was making a mistake and I was so unable to rectify it. I'd made up my mind that I was going to flunk... and I dreaded even the very thought of repeating the whole thing again.

The External Examiner is yet another someone I want to thank... but later on. First, he took the pleasure of being a stern teacher and told me to perform my practical.

Later on, I did the most childish thing I could ever do... start crying in the middle of an exam! I so wanted to pass it... for the teacher who  really put in efforts to see that we understood every word and ofc for myself!

And while all this was going on in my head... came the teacher I am thanking here. It wasn't her subject so she couldn't practically help me. But she did encourage me... a lot. Something that wasn't expected of her because we were the newbies. "Ho jaayega... don't lose hope. Everyone knows you've done your work. Don't cry..."

I actually wanted to hug her!!

I don't know why... but those words hit me, real hard. I could say she really trusted me. 

And I owe this practical to her... And I want to thank her... for doing it without any concrete reason from her side.

And I want to thank the external examiner for listening to my side.