I looked at her…she was busy with her Differential calculus sums. Maths class was about to be over…only twenty more minutes. The topic was easy and I just glanced my book at my finished sums. But then some unknown feeling drove my focus in her direction. I looked at her. Her soft eyes… Her delicate cheeks…
She was my friend, but I had something more to offer her than friendship. The stomach killing continued as I stared at her… it was always strange… the only friend who gave me stomach killing and over-adrenaline flow was her…that too from the first day I saw her. She was so perfect…perfect to an artistic imagination, I must say. It was pure affection as I saw it…I wanted her…as a companion, to share my spiritual self…more than anything.
7 o’ clock passed by…only fifteen more minutes…and then I get to see her only the next week. It was hard…One week…without that small inch of comfort I experience chatting with her. But then I had my studies to look forward to…twelfth grade was never easy.
A loud noise cracked my attention, it was Sir who started to give out the answers to the questions. Good Day! I got all of them right! Class dismissed! I waited outside, soon she came out. A quick smile, a brief exchange of unexpressed expressions… and my wave of discontentment began to fade away. I made my way to the bus stop. Things echoed in my mind…”dy by dx of …., oh! Her eyes…”