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The sweat has stopped. Water that did have a taste

The sweat has stopped. Water that did have a taste, of Dhanbad's coal-dust, helped. I walk back to the stink lab fearful of the notoriety of my two friends. The girls have settled along one corner, the boys on the other. We are preparing for engineering, after all. “Ahem, ahem, silence!” The teacher Shamsher Khan, famous for beating the shit out students, is waiting for us with his morose black face complementing the stench. Some creative senior observed how he resembled a bulldog and named him Dogaji, ji out of respect. But since he could never pronounce the alphabet j and always uttered a z instead of it, it was soon transformed into a Dogazee. Both Sameer and Anuj call Shamsher sir as Dogazee, but I still refer to him as Shamsher sir. I am old-school. Disrespecting teachers is blasphemy. As is lip-syncing the morning pledge: “India is my country. All Indians are my brothers and sisters (except one).” It will take me a year to shed this belief and a few weeks to realize that I should rather mutter "except many". Bring the noob that I am, little do I know that crushes can change. Chapter 2. Chemistry Lab. Episode 3. Click #Amoeba to read in continuation. #Nanowrimo
The sweat has stopped. Water that did have a taste, of Dhanbad's coal-dust, helped. I walk back to the stink lab fearful of the notoriety of my two friends. The girls have settled along one corner, the boys on the other. We are preparing for engineering, after all. “Ahem, ahem, silence!” The teacher Shamsher Khan, famous for beating the shit out students, is waiting for us with his morose black face complementing the stench. Some creative senior observed how he resembled a bulldog and named him Dogaji, ji out of respect. But since he could never pronounce the alphabet j and always uttered a z instead of it, it was soon transformed into a Dogazee. Both Sameer and Anuj call Shamsher sir as Dogazee, but I still refer to him as Shamsher sir. I am old-school. Disrespecting teachers is blasphemy. As is lip-syncing the morning pledge: “India is my country. All Indians are my brothers and sisters (except one).” It will take me a year to shed this belief and a few weeks to realize that I should rather mutter "except many". Bring the noob that I am, little do I know that crushes can change. Chapter 2. Chemistry Lab. Episode 3. Click #Amoeba to read in continuation. #Nanowrimo
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