We had become familiar with her ways.She was somewhat like a curious girl with good humour, just that she didn’t like anyone laughing in her class.She was much interested in interacting with students than teaching them.As my researches suggested, she was from a commerce background,her Mathematical skills should be good i thought.One day while she was busy wasting time or should say interacting with students, i went to her and asked her to solve some simple mathematical equations within her mind without telling me.Probably she was slower than i expected.The answer she was going to give would help me determine her age.She had her birthday a few days ago,i don’t know why but i was curious to find her actual age.After an eternity,she answered,“91”.Oh! You are 25,i replied.
After that incident,things changed for me a bit.Now unexpectedly,she had started to indulge in much more informal talks with me.I used to hate her attention.I used to hate her in aspects.
I never understood why but i realised that she looked better in winters than in summers, maybe it was due to her clothes,her newly modified curly hairs or because of her temporary spectacles.Something had changed or something was going to.During our second terminal examination,my friend even mistook her as somebody else,weird isn’t it?
Unlike me,she was punctual.She used to come early to class,obviously earlier than me.But surprisingly,one day,she was late.Even later than me she hadn’t appeared.Most of the students were waiting for her whereas some of them were saying that she has again been shifted to the junior side,i had heard a lot of rumours like those before and most of them ended up being wrong and internally i myself wanted this one to be wrong , i don’t know why.
Our class was well known for it’s view especially because the left side windows poured into the mouth of junior sections building and the right side ones into the middle.Seldom i used to think ,our class depicted the phase of life which we were going through where on the left hand side lied our blissful childhood that had lost and on the right was the free yet busy and harsh world which we were training for… why i used think so much ? I don’t know.
No sooner did the assembly of junior side began,all the students started to peep through the left hand side windows.Then I saw what i had feared the most,the same young girl standing in the aisle created by the rows of kids.This sight was accompanied by the background voice of our physical education teacher saying,”Come on boys!Your class is already late for the assembly. “