4 Encounter

What is this? How should i take it? Positive or negative?. why now?

"meera"

Who asked him about this? That too in calligraphy? Maybe he is commenting on my looks. I looked at my attire today. Its a good red salwar kameez. People rarely wear salwar here, most of them wear jeans so, he might think me different. I tried to answer myself for the question araised.

"meera",a stern and strong voice that made me to come back from thoughts. I looked at professor , he looked angry.

"you aren't concentrating here from the time class starts. ",his voice is full of impatience. he came forward and checked my notes, i wrote only few words that he dictated.

"discipline doesn't come with studies, fine example", he mentioned me before class and i wasn't embrassed really.

"stand outside the class",he ordered and this is the major thing i want now. I moved out, this is the first time i am standing out, but no feel or guilty. What happened to my minute feelings today?

I happened to look at dinesh smirking, i narrowed my eyebrows. He narrowed his eyebrow too and i folded my hands across chest. He copied my moves. Cool! I waved my hands back and forth limiting professor's eyesight , he did it too.

"dinesh , get out!",

I smirked and he smiled while coming towards the door. he folded his hands and stood at the another edge of entrance door.

~bell rang in few minutes and i apologized to professor. He gave me few advise before leaving. I went to grab all my belongings where dinesh already is. He is different today, not the same rough and sober boy look.

"hey meera. A minute?", he called me by sitting on bench.

I was surprised that he know my name and also i was little affected by the way he pronounced my name. i nodded and said yes.

"i need your favour", he said by waving his legs on air. I was seeing his waving legs to avoid his eye contact and look. I managed to reply in single word,"what?"

"i was working as a part time intern in a startup company. Sometimes, it involves calculative and summary work. i could manage calculation and i want to write the summary of datas i send to you",he looked serious.

I was fascinated as he tell. No one will dare to give me a job, because i obviously spoil it.he gives me a work, i felt more responsible and matured, And i love to gather datas to write summary. I nodded , my muscle system worked before my brain starts to work.

"how often?", i inquired.

"not more than 2 days in a week",he said and patted himself.

Riya and asha came in search of me and they became curious as they seen my conversation with him.

Chapter 3

"facetime with sooooooooman, girls please dont peek out!", asha warned smilingly.

"ahaan! If you would have did this without telling us, you might had peaceful conversation. But now,..", riya chased harder to grab her mobile. Both climbed on bed and fought, i wondered what soman might be seeing in facetime chat.

~mobile beeps ~

They were fighting still, i took riya's mobile and stunned by the sender name—vicky! after a long battle whether to open this message or not, i pressed the button to open. Immediately, riya seized her mobile from my hand.

She opened the message and gave me a idiotic smile.

"what?", i frowned and pretended like there is no interest in their relationship. I gathered all our scattered book and arranged.

She started it after little time. "actually... i couldn't tell exactly we are friends. If i say, it would be a lie",riya started and asha cutted her face chat, we both were focussed on what she going to tell next. My heart beated faster for some reason.

"but even i couldn't name it as a relationship",she said by clenching her fists.

"its something inbetween. I like him{she breathed and tried to find words)... maybe, .. i need time...", she took a huge gap between words and looked helpless. I seen different riya today. Asha and i didn't want to ask anything more, where she is not sure and convenient.

I dont know why, they are more comfortable to sleep on my shoulder and lap rather than cot. Also i had deep sleep with them on floor than being in single member cot.

I reached early today to get sapiens book from library. The book i had been reading from my 10 th grade, i still couldn't complete it. It takes me nearly 15mins to understand one entire page. After a long search, i got it from a shelf and i searched the reviews in the internet. I know this is the best book but still i like to hear some good reviews about the book , it keeps me excited and energetic.

"excuse me", an unfriendly voice.

I ignored it and concentrated on reviews. A group of four girls stood before me and i found one girl familiar- deepika. There will be a girl in every college, undoubtedly the best looking and gets popular in few days. yes, deepika. She is from fashion designing department. She is the only girl in whole college whom dinesh talk to , except yesterday. I seen her with him many times, few rumoured them as friends from childhood and few called them lovers. I literally dont care what it is... just maybe a little... i wasn't sure....

"i need that book",she pointed the book i had by waving her little hair with one hand and another on her hip. Her friends smiled at me ironical. For some strange reason(maybe the reason is obvious), i dont like her. is she really trying to depreciate me by her actions or i feel like she doing just because i dont like her.

"umm. Left with only few pages, i will return this book in two weeks.", i muttered.

"i am not asking, i said i need it",she demanded.

"i am impressed with your way of dressing sense", one of her friends chuckled sarcastically by analysing me up and down.

I never fought with girls before. In this situation, to avoid arguement , fight or misunderstanding i usually give up. But, there is something special with her, i wanna fight. Before i speak,

"there is enough space to keep someone inside", deepika said by holding my salwar suit. Others joined with her laugh.

I used to wear loose clothes since, they are comfortable and gives good space for air. as she talk, few people gathered around us.

"you look like a toothpaste covered by an aluminium thin foil sheet in this outfit", a girl in blue t shirt giggled. I was little ashamed and i want to hide somewhere where no one can find.

"hey , wait! do you have a eating disorder?",a girl who tattooed asked by scrubbing her neck and a simper on her lips. They Constantly throwing me some words .

No one in this entire world called me skinny, except my mom. Even i weigh 70 pounds, my mom tell me i am lean and unhealthy. But these girls, trying to annoy me for something that i am not. May be this loose suit, showing them like i am stick. I was bit confused, i am sure that's the thing they want. I wanted to hide my expression, but i couldn't. I checked myself. Am i really became skinny, maybe because of mess and hostel food?

"do you need help to carry that book?", deepika referred the book i had and smirked. i just handed the book to her to escape from their irritating words. i feared that i will get inferior feel soon. I took my steps faster than i can and striked on a rock. Not exactly a rock,i looked up and its dinesh. Why i am always meeting him in frustrated mood. His smile turned concerned and he was about to ask something but, i ignored him and moved towards hostel.