"You know what the Profo?
still called out me to do the list work of Cultural thing, I don't like it but still I've do, I'm the fucking President of that, What the hell I can do? did I asked them for the position? my internal marks are on her hands"

as I said and I realized how dumb my comment would be, it was the thousandth time saying in row of consecutive 10 days saying to Aparna...

I looked at her again, her specs keen on the music sketch on her pale paper she works on her own, Aparna and music are inseparable thing, even the black bag of guitar weights a little, she will carry it everywhere for the band she heads on...
she stopped by for me to have a chit chat in the canteen with tea...

"I'm sorry Aparna I told you many times, but still I forget" I giggled a little on my own apology to make pass the time...

"Do you feel little free, a tense less on you?" she adjusted the specs a...