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cheque like in films?’ she
    laughed.
    ‘No, he let me have my degree on time. Because of which I am here. But the
    implicit deal was, don’t push it. Don’t dream of being family. There was no future,
    so it died.’
    My throat closed up as I thought about my previous girlfriend. Somehow, it
    never really gets over with an ex. You merely learn to push their thoughts aside.
    Unless someone prods your brain again to think of them. ‘Can we leave it now?’
    ‘Where is she now? Campus?’
    ‘No, father went to the US to a senior faculty post in MIT. She found a geeky
    guy of the same community. Engaged in six months, married in a year. Rest I
    don’t know. Now, even though we were naked a few moments ago, I do think I can
    make a case for invasion of privacy.’
    ‘Well, it affects me. In case you are still involved with her.’
    ‘I’m not. It took me a long time to get over her, but I am not involved anymore.’
    ‘Did you love her?’
    ‘Yes. And I feel sick I didn’t have the courage to fight her father. And no more talk about her please,’ I said. My ex-girlfriend and my father were off-limit topics.
    ‘One last question. Is she South Indian?’
    ‘How do you know?’
    ‘You mentioned IIT, MIT, geeky software programmer, it wasn’t that hard.’
    I laughed.
    ‘My parents are pretty conservative too,’ she said, switching on her electric
    kettle.
    ‘We haven’t planned to get married yet.’

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    She stared at me. I wondered if I had said the wrong thing. I was being factual.
    ‘You are right. We are just friends with benefits, right? Or what is it? Fuck
    buddies?’
    She looked upset. It is amazing how the vulnerability in a relationship shifts
    from the guy to the girl after you’ve had sex.
    ‘Hey, we…..’
    But she interrupted me. ‘Sorry, I am freaking out. Have tea.’ She passed me a
    cup. I twiddled with the handle for two minutes. Despite the sexual possibilities,
    we still had to study.
    ‘Should we open the HR case? It is about a strike in a hotel,’ I said as I opened my folder.
    She nodded without eye contact. I racked my brain hard on what I could say
    that could make her feel better. ‘I love you,’ I said.
    She carefully closed her case materials and looked up at me. ‘Mean it? She
    said, her eyes wet.
    ‘Yes,’ I said.
    ‘You are not just saying it so you can have sex with me again?’
    ‘No. but are you saying that….’
    ‘I am not saying anything. Is that all you think about?’
    ‘We study together, eat together, go out together, sit in class looking at each other all day, the only time we are apart is when I have to go to sleep or when I
    have to use the toilet. So,’ I paused.
    ‘So what?’
    ‘I love you damn it! Don’t you get it?’ I yelled.
    ‘That’s better. Now you sound convincing.’ She smiled.
    ‘And you?’ I asked.
    ‘I’m going to think about it.’
    ‘Excuse me?’

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    ‘Well, I could be only using you for sex,’ she said.
    ‘Excuse me?’ I said, this time louder.
    She laughed. I threw a pillow at her.
    ‘I told you. I have to think about it.’

    Even though she never said ‘I love you’, Ms Swaminathan moved in with me. I had
    freaked out about the idea when she arrived at my room one day with a backpack
    for overnight clothes. I’d have much preferred her place, as I didn’t want her to be the only woman in the dorm with twenty testosterone-charged men.
    Still, it was kind of nice. She brought her electric kettle, sweet smile and magi-making abilities with her. While we used to study together earlier, now there was
    even more discipline. When a woman comes into your life, things organize
    themselves.
    We woke up in the morning, she half an hour earlier than me. She would rush
    to her dorm a hundred metres away and bathe there. I’d get ready and meet her at
    the mess for breakfast.
    ‘This is your assignment and this is my quant worksheet.’ She’d take out the
    stack of work