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 | | 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 emanates from nature. It is stuff that sounds profound when you hear it but is total bullshit when you look back and think about it. Riya’s lean frame, athletic body and stunning looks meant most men had their eyes on her. Of course, another girl with a massive bust had her own set of fans. As the commentator spoke his lines in a sexy voice, I rehearsed mine in my head. ‘Riya, I think people deserve a second chance.’ Riya did cartwheels on stage with incredible grace. The cr | |
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