In
reality, the violins never ring in or anywhere near you.
Krish
was Sandy’s best friend. Strangely, Sara had never heard of him. Krish was
averagely good looking, had an average built and with an average intelligence,
assumingly. Very charming, though. His “Hi” was exchanged with her “Hi”. They smiled,
awkwardly, implying an ‘I don’t know what next to do here’.
“So,
final year eh?” she broke the ice. It took Sara precisely three seconds to
regret that question. Standing at the entrance of their final year accounting
class, that question could make the opposite guy ridicule your intelligence to
making it till there in the first place.
“Yes,
yes. Obviously” he responded, smiling. She accepted the smile but perhaps that ‘obviously’
hurt her somewhere, although it had to come, obviously.
“Oh
yes, obviously, of course. Silly of me” she managed.
He grinned.
She grinned, forcefully. She was in the second stage of looking stupid. Also, they
hit the dead end of that talking again. There was silence again; and the awkwardness
was killing her. Sandy reappeared but only after his ‘promised’ two seconds had
actually become five minutes. Sara was not to complain; if not anything else, Sandy
now seemed an angel of God to her; to fight the evil uneasiness caused by that
conversation, or the lack of it.
Sara
hurried within another five minutes, the last one minute dedicated to a round
of smiles and goodbyes. It was Sandy who did most of the talking; Krish and
Sara thanked him within their hearts for it.
She skipped her planned
sleep or honestly sleep ditched her. It definitely was no love at first sight.
Nothing was lovely and the violins were missing, anyways.
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