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Enough of Smriti and me and our adventures. Rather

Enough of Smriti and me and our adventures. Rather my misadventures. She's my crush, not yours, Shambhavi. I should stop. Allow me to tell one little thing however. Why do I sit where I sit? Today, Smriti is seated in the front bench of girls row. I am on the second of boys row. I intentionally sit here so that I can watch her, while she can’t spot me looking at her. Even when the seats rotate every day, Smriti is going to be one bench ahead all the time and I can keep up with my innocuous gaze. I see that Dinesh has stealthily grabbed the desk alongside yours. Don’t you worry! He’s not after you, but Radhika. As the seats rotate and you approach the backbenches, notice how the distance between Dinesh's desk and Radhika's will shrink. Know that they have started exchanging non-veg jokes over SMSes at night. Barbaad log. Anyway, now that the class has started, I suggest we talk later. Welcome to my school and I hope this monologue that continues to go on in my mind will turn into a real conversation someday, where I talk without being awkward and fidgety. Until that day arrives, you can call me what every other girl in the class calls me (I'd only know it years later): a champu. Chapter 1. Episode 9. Clock #Amoeba to read in continuation. #NaNoWriMo
Enough of Smriti and me and our adventures. Rather my misadventures. She's my crush, not yours, Shambhavi. I should stop. Allow me to tell one little thing however. Why do I sit where I sit? Today, Smriti is seated in the front bench of girls row. I am on the second of boys row. I intentionally sit here so that I can watch her, while she can’t spot me looking at her. Even when the seats rotate every day, Smriti is going to be one bench ahead all the time and I can keep up with my innocuous gaze. I see that Dinesh has stealthily grabbed the desk alongside yours. Don’t you worry! He’s not after you, but Radhika. As the seats rotate and you approach the backbenches, notice how the distance between Dinesh's desk and Radhika's will shrink. Know that they have started exchanging non-veg jokes over SMSes at night. Barbaad log. Anyway, now that the class has started, I suggest we talk later. Welcome to my school and I hope this monologue that continues to go on in my mind will turn into a real conversation someday, where I talk without being awkward and fidgety. Until that day arrives, you can call me what every other girl in the class calls me (I'd only know it years later): a champu. Chapter 1. Episode 9. Clock #Amoeba to read in continuation. #NaNoWriMo
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