Book Three

I found out that he was supposed to be in section D but was shifted to section A because he switched from Gujarati to Sanskrit. Smart choice. It seemed as if we were destined to meet each other somehow. The only problem was that we had no friends in common. If he attended a birthday party, I wasn’t invited and if my friends were throwing a party, he wasn’t on the guest list. I kept thinking about ways to bump into him and serendipity should have that we have no choice but to talk to each other. Fortunately for me, Mrs. Sarkar made me the class monitor. So that means I can walk to his desk whenever I wanted to with the excuse of reprimanding him or his desk partner, Durgesh. Soon I began to hover around that row of boys and not very discreetly, might I add. In any case, I think most of them knew that I was crushing on Keshav and started teasing me around him. For one, they’d start singing ‘tick tick ghodi’ whenever I happened to pass by because they very strongly believed I trotted like a horse. Pfft.