Alternate World❤️

Some feelings don't need to be rationalized; it's okay to just feel and enjoy their effects. Here, I'd like to share an incident that happened two years ago.

There was a guy named Subham Gurung from Kalimpong. We met at  that cateen of our college. I studied at a co-ed institution, and now I'm a graduate working in the Finance department. My job is the least favorite part of my life, but I do enjoy playing with numbers, especially when it comes to accounting for the loans people bind themselves to. It's a lot like my relationships—we enjoy the ride, but when it comes time to pay the price, the stress is palpable.

Back to my story. Subham wasn't a charming "let's hook up" type of guy. He was tender and sweet, with a shining smile that swooned my heart. He approached me with a sly smile as if he knew I was checking my cheat sheets. Don't judge me; I just wanted to pass the exam with flying colors, unlike those studious geeks who seize every opportunity to show off their marks. He smirked at me and said, "Your skirt is stained." I was startled, not expecting such a statement from him. It was a heavy flow day, and he offered me his blazer for that reason.

I hadn't expected such kindness. My attention shifted to my back. 'Who in their right mind makes a light-colored skirt part of a college uniform?' Thank God he helped me. It took me half an hour to remove the stain in the sink, and wearing a wet skirt during the exam would have drawn attention, so I dropped the idea of bringing my cheat sheets into the hall. I felt both indebted and dejected. I thanked him, though he seemed flustered as soon as did. Pretty weird response from a guy who just helped me!

The next day, I saw him with his friends. Initially, I had no idea he even existed in my world, but slowly I began to notice him more than anyone else in the Entire college.

You might be wondering about my friends. Well, I'm kind of a lone wolf. Or you could say I need myself more than anyone else. I don't believe in pleasing anybody, or maybe people just don't find me relatable enough to befriend. MY peers consider me as an Introvert. While I call myself human because I'm too frugal to be a god and too simple to be a devil. There's no other category I see myself fitting into other than a foolish human.

From that day onwards, I began to see him everywhere—on the lawns, in the Gen-ed classes. Sometimes he was chatting with boys I knew, and other times he was with a girl named Sunnihangma. I hoped I was pronouncing her name correctly; it was a bit of a tongue-twister for me, and I already found myself disliking her for that. Despite this, they did make a striking couple. She had a unique look, always wearing a pink bow clip in her hair, which never seemed to leave its place. She was strikingly pretty, with a calm demeanor.

Singger, a classmate of mine, had a crush on her. From what I gathered, Subham had joined the college in the middle of the term under exceptional circumstances, as she had mentioned. Singger was quick to point out that Subham’s glasses were more of a fashionable accessory than a necessity. Srena, my benchmate, had even more intriguing details to share. She told us how Subham had once gotten drunk and had a public altercation with a woman in his hometown. I wasn’t entirely surprised by this revelation, though it did contradict the image I had of him as a decent person.

Nevertheless, I took a certain satisfaction in hearing that he was single, presumably heartbroken after a girl had left him for another man. Although there had been no place in my heart for a man before, I now found myself curiously drawn to the person who had once shown me kindness. Indeed, humans are the strangest creatures. 

              .......to be continued.

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