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regretted that he had called me to college that day. He called
ten
times that morning.
    I was not letting him study. I did not understand why he was so diligently taking down notes. There were just lines after lines of text that one had to mug up and reproduce in the examination. As commerce students, we were
good
at that!
    ‘How is Sonil?’ I asked him, just to tease him.
    ‘She is good. She really wanted to meet you that day,’ he whispered, even though the professor had no real intention of stopping anyone from talking.
    ‘Really? Why?’ I asked him. ‘I know she hates me.’
    ‘She doesn’t hate you,’ he said, ‘but she doesn’t approve of what you
do
.’
    Sonil, too, like everyone else thought I was a flirt and I put my hands (or something else!) on any girl that I could find. Initially, I used to get agitated but I had got used to it. Now I really did not care that much.
    ‘Let’s meet her today then?’ I said.
    ‘I have to go somewhere. A family friend’s kid wants to know which stream he should pick. I got to go to their place …’
    ‘How come you
always
find things to do?’ I said.
    Like really. Eshaan always took special interest in other people’s matters and all this kept him pretty busy throughout the day. When I first saw him in college, he was just another guy to me. Five feet eight, with a kid face, which instantaneously turned red in the sun. However, his energy and the forever-busy look on his face were some things you could not possibly miss. He kept hopping from one place to another.
    I did not like him at first but he took a liking to me. I was like a charity project for him. A
misfit
in the college classroom. I could imagine what a kick he must have got out of helping me!
    ‘Before the next class, just go and meet Diya once. She was looking for you,’ he said.
    ‘Me?’ I asked. ‘Why?’
    ‘You haven’t started the project, have you? You
ran
from the class that day, too! She was pretty pissed at you,’ he said.
    ‘Bitch.’
    I looked at her and she was sitting where she always sat. The
first
seat. She furiously jotted down everything that the professor had to say. She looked at the professor with unwavering concentration. I admired her patience and dedication. The class ended and the old man crawled out of the class. He said something about an assignment but nobody gave a shit and everybody moved out. Diya still sat there and underlined her notes.
Nerd
. As Eshaan left, he asked me to go and talk to her. I did not want to. I was sure she would bombard me with questions, abuses and responsibilities. I wanted none of these!
    I slowly trudged towards the first seat. I wished the ground beneath would open up and I could walk into hell rather than into a conversation with her. I went up to her desk, smiled at her and hoped she would not give me much work.
    ‘Sit,’ she said politely. Even then, I feared her reptile tongue might appear and suck me in.
    ‘Is there any topic you want to work on? Or do you want to go ahead with the topic that sir gave us?’
    Maybe, she was not a pain in the ass after all.
    ‘No, let’s do what he has asked us to do. We are anyway a little screwed,’ I said.
    ‘Good then,’ she said and bent over on the other side. She was searching for something in her huge bag and finally took out a book.
Free Trade Agreements
by some goofy-named author. Though the name was not what I was concerned about. I was concerned about itsthickness! It was almost as thick as my forearm.
No way!
I shat my pants.
    ‘So … err … What do we do with
this
?’
    ‘Umm … nothing much,’ she said sarcastically. ‘We just need to read this, then critically analyse this
book
and give our own suggestions. That’s it.’
    Now she did not sound as sweet. Arrogance and sarcasm came rushing back into her voice. I heard the sentence again in my head.
Read the book, analyse it and give suggestions.
The stupid, fucking professor wanted us to read the entire book. And trust