Sameer and Anuj, unsure of making it to the IITs, ignore my innocuous question. We enter the lab following the herd of Carmelites with impeccably white skirts and shiny shoes. Sameer, to catch their attention, mutters, “I like the sex….” And when a few of the heads with ponies turn, adds, “ratio of our class. Don’t you think so, Harsh?” I turn into a zombie out of mortification. What would the girls think? That I, roll number 8, Harsh Snehanshu whom the boys refer to as Baba is a lecher? The thought makes my shaky self-image shiver and I start sweating from all corners of my head. I want to break Sameer’s teeth for putting me into spotlight. But I am lanky and Sameer is quite well-built. Plus he is a friend. Plus I am thirsty. Thirsty, yes. Water. Water. Where the duck is water? (Using the F word is blasphemous for me!) I escape to the water cooler. The tasteless water has never tasted better before. Chapter 2. Chemistry Lab. Episode 2. Click #Amoeba to read in continuation. #Nanowrimo