I actually surprise myself by the amount I can remember from 8th to 10th grade. And everything has to do with Keshav. Almost everything. The important "schtuf" anyway.
We got moved to the classroom on the ground floor that overlooks the volleyball court. So no more climbing steps with heavy bags. And then Mamta ma'am (midget stature woman) is our class teacher. Here's what she does on the first day of class;
"Hello class, I am going to be your class teacher. I want you all to stand roll-number wise outside in a straight line." Then she picked the first two boys, made them sit together. The first two girls behind those two guys. Then another 2 guys. And that's how she filed us around the classroom. And the best part - Keshav and Durgesh sit in front of me (Keshav Pandya, Durgesh Pandit). I sit with Swarna Pillai right behind them. I have to officially thank my parents for my last name.
And it gets better - Swarna is down with typhoid so she is going to be off the loop for 2 odd months. That is a whole lot of time I get to bond with Keshav without fearing that someone is watching me or listening to our conversations all the time.
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