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asshole doing here? It's amazing how quickly the mind switches from

           figuring out a situation to commenting on it.
                I had no idea why Rohan had come to college. Maybe he wanted to
           buy the building and turn it into a hotel. Well, that seemed unlikely as

           he didn’t enter the building. Both of them got into the Bendey and it

           drove off, with Riya s BMW tailing Rohan’s car. The students in the
           lawns released collective oohs and aahs.

                ‘I also want a loaded boyfriend,’ I heard a girl near me say.
                ‘Is he her boyfriend?’ I asked her. I shouldn’t have but I did. Like

           I’d proved earlier, my impulse control is rather weak.
                ‘How do I know?’ she said and walked away.

                I could still smell the burning fumes from Rohan’s Bentley long
           after he had left. Or maybe it was my burning insides.

                                                            *
                I had to talk to Riya. I decided to do it during Harmony, the annual

           cultural festival of St. Stephen’s. It would be my final attempt to

           rescue our friendship. The festival had various cultural competitions
           such as choreography, music, debates and treasure hunts. Students,
           including the day-skis, stayed in the college until late at night. Riya had

           already won the music competition in the solo English vocals category.

           She was also taking part in Western choreography.
                I took my place in the audience early, sitting in the front row facing

           the makeshift choreography stage on the front lawns. Boys from all
           over Delhi University had gatecrashed.They sat at the right vantage

           points to ogle at the St. Stephen’s chicks. Some of these boys
           resembled men back home. They spoke loudly in Hindi. They whistled

           every time a pretty girl came on stage. Stephanians, of course, hated all
           this. We were way too dignified to express our lecherous feelings in

           such a public manner. We ogled nonetheless, but in a dignified way.
                A dozen girls wearing pink tights and silver-grey tops came on

           stage. Riya, the tallest amongst them and the easiest to spot, stood in
           the centre. Stage lights changed colours. A commentator spoke in a

           husky self-important voice. He spoke about evolution and how all life
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