Book Thirteen

So while the play practices were on, I happened to start getting over him slowly. I realised it had been about a year since I liked him and it was practically madness. Seeing that this was going nowhere and there was nobody to talk this about to, I thought it would be best to move on. And I was fairly successful also. But then one day, I left my school diary on his desk during the recess by mistake and my phone number was on it. So when he returned it to me, he repeated it twice to me. And I hopelessly fell back into the love trap. So this was on a Friday afternoon and he called me Saturday morning with some Sanskrit homework to talk about. Apparently a "shloka" that he didn't understand. So I read what I had to him and I think he took notes. I'm not sure though because if he did, he was really fast. And then he asked me what I was upto. I said I was watching Tintin on cartoon network. He said he was going to play football in a little while.

That, right there, was our first phone conversation.