Enough of bad days! The next morning I wore my lucky top and jeans to college. Not everyone believes it. But I believe in lucky colours, lucky pens as well as the ominous ones.
So it went like that. I have changed a bit of my hairstyle just to appear a bit more clean and fresh. And finally with Lacy and comrades we reached our dear college.
But the lucky colour of my top gave me so much luck that I was out of gasp. In the morning Lacy chose the place just a row beside Sky's. I mean I was only separated from him by just a gap as he sat in the row next to mine.
We even had a chat in between classes and even eye contact messages. I chuckled and he continued.I, Lacy, Ellie, Gray and Paul were sitting together in the order I have just mentioned. And Sky on my other side is diagonal. I can easily pass my time happily looking at him now. The best of the theory classes was the maths class where we discussed the answers and he even rectified some of my mistakes. But then the best was about to arrive.
The Computer Lab class!
We were together. We both were discussing the programs and he switched on the CPU.
How Romantic !
Everyone thought or might be thinking.
Actually I pressed the DVD button and made fun of myself. I was dazzled by his presence which made me laugh in front of him. In response to that he switched it on for me. Well I didn't expect that. More than that I didn't expect that for two hours we would be together. I am already in love with computer lab classes.
I was focussed in between when he suddenly called me with his elbows. That sudden touch on my arm was like an electric spark. He called me to show someone terribly confused while coding and Sir was making fun of him. He loves to watch all these. I have observed him before.
He loves to watch real life student-teacher dramas where the teacher would be making fun of the student. And I would slowly observe his cunning glow in his eyes, enriching with amusement every minute.
After that while I continued he suddenly commented calmly, "You know it is said that the best code is written on paper. Do you have any idea or view regarding it? "
I replied, "Yeah very likely I have if I consider mine."
He replied, "How? "
I replied, "Actually while typing we are mainly focused too much on our hands clicking the keyboard. Eyes are getting strained as well. So the brain work gets minimised to maximise our vision. If we write on paper we don't need to think much in a precise format. We can just write the algorithm and give it a go. Scribbling implies we are thinking but typing basically can't provide us with that. Well it is my opinion. "And I completed typing the program. "
He replied, "Well your view is good from a scientific point of view. But I think it has something deeper. It has an extra edge to it. I cannot simply be like that. "
I replied, "Um yeah. "
He replied, "You only used 10 lines to run this code. "
I replied, "Yeah, I just optimised a bit of writing and added a loop to reduce. It is also said Simpler and less lengthy the code the better it is. "
He replied, "Are you challenging me? "
I replied, "No, just declaring. "
He replied, "Check mine out! "
I looked at his code and was stunned.
I replied, "You are superb. Only 5 lines.. "
He replied, "The shorter the code, the better it is. Your dialogue. "
I replied, "Teach me how you could do it"
I showed my eyes lit with excitement and he started teaching me.
He is really great at everything except loving me as his.....
I, out of excitement, started humming a music tune and typing the next one.
I felt his feet touching mine. I mean his left leg is touching my right. And for more than ten minutes we were like that. I kept myself steady.My leg didn't move an inch from before but he moved. I don't know what it was but I literally enjoyed it. It was literally pleasing. And I mean it.
I focussed on the program but minded elsewhere as if it was in the bosom of infinite love and happiness and unexplained touch, an unexplained feeling. Had it been others, trust me I would have just pushed them away. But he was he.
I don't know whether he noticed or not but his serious attitude made me doubt it. I guess he hasn't noticed.
I was thinking of that but then it was a Dang!
Bell rang and it was the last class. The time which unknowingly I wanted to stop to make him and me together was all over for now. But what was that lingering touch all about?I still don't seem to understand nor can I understand him longer….