Kritvik Bhatt

“That was the day of the second examination. Science was done with, and that day, we were supposed to be giving the exam of English, when…”

Both Sana and I were walking through the corridor of the school, with little bags behind our backs. They were pink and blue, and just big enough to hold a register or two. I had my hands in my pocket, and Sana had her mask on.

The corridor was filled with school students—all walking in the same direction. On our right was the wall of glass, and on our left were the open doors of classrooms.

“Why do they have to conduct a seminar in the middle of the examinations, man?!” I irritably said.

“Yeah!” She agreed, walking on my left. “Like, who does this?!”

“Yeah, man. No doubt, they are dumb.”

She turned to the front. “Yeah yeah. Anyway, did you revise for the exam?”

“Sure I did.”

“Like it wasn’t obvious,” She narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t worry, we can cheat,” I smiled as I turned to her. “Our roll numbers are close.”

“That’s the problem, K!” She said. “You see, you sit at the front desk, and I sit on the second-last desk!”

“Y-Yeah, I forgot,” I slipped out my tongue.

“If my roll number were a little bigger, we’d be sitting beside each other.”

“Yeah.”                                

She turned at me. Both of us turned left with the others and started to descend down the stairway with white-painted walls on both the sides and no windows. It was still lit up, for some reason.

“Anyway, how many marks do you really expect?”

Uhm… about sixty-five?”

“Percent?”

“No! Marks! Sixty-five out of eighty!”

“That’s sad,” She turned her head to the front.

“No doubt it is, but for you,” I smiled as I turned my head to the front.

“Yeah yeah.”

We all turned to the left, then, and started to walk on a corridor with open walls on our right. On our left were the classrooms of the pre-primary wing, with kids as small as our knees walking here and there among us. I looked at one kid about three to four steps away from us, in a red sweatshirt and blue denim-like pants. He turned his head here and there, his arms flung open on both the sides. He then turned to his right and started to walk inside one of the classrooms. We walked from behind him as I looked at his back walking inside the class filled with other kids wearing vibrant colors around bright pink classrooms.

“Stop stalking kids,” Sana said from my left.

I turned to her and said, “Kids are funny.”

“Yeah yeah,” She had her head to the front. “But still, they are not sexually appealing, at least not for me.”

“Huh?!” My eyes frowned.

She smiled as she turned at me. “Well, your eyes were horny.”

“No, they were not!”

“Yeah yeah, ignorance is bliss.”

I turned to the front and sighed out. “Huff.”

She chuckled.