1. Feb10:25
A girl in the hostel? Ashu slapped my back. What A stud.
My hostel maates had come to my room. Fat Ashu sat on my Bed marking it create like crazy.His back
slap still hurt.
Ashu ,Raman and shaiklesh had become my core gang in Rudra. Riya couldn’t be with me all the time
and when she couldn’t I huge out with these guys.
‘How did you find out? I said
‘Ican still sell the perfume, Raman said and sniffed like a cartoon character. Everyone laughed.
Althe four of us came from Bihar or Jharkhand, and none of us were the classy type you find in
Stephen’s .for instant, nobody in Stephen‘s would say they watched Bhojpuri movies .We loved them.
We liked Hindi music from Mohammed Rafi the sixteen to Pritam in the here and now. We didn’t
understand English music beyond one song by Michhela great Micheal Jacobson –Beat It Of course we
nnnever admitted all this to the rest of our classmate a great movier or brought a rock CD to class. Yeah,
Yeah, Cool, We said.
Nonesence .riya and I came straight from the basketball Court. No perfume, I said.
Even a girl ‘sSweeat smell like perfume, Shailesh said.
