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T-shirt and shorts, with a basketball in her hand.
To annoy Rupali, the way she always did, Saloni ran to embrace her roomie.
‘Eww! Get off me! You are sweating like a pig!’ Rupali shouted while shoving her away.
‘Tabhi to kar rahi hun, meri jaan,’ (That’s the reason I am doing this, darling) Saloni chuckled. Then she spotted Raheema and stopped unexpectedly.
She looked at Raheema and then back at Rupali.
‘I had called her for some work,’ Rupali mentioned even before Saloni had time to ask her.
‘All right, didi, you leave now, I will see you tomorrow in college. Keep my mobile number with you. We’ll talk later,’ Rupali said as she wrote her number on a piece of paper for Raheema.
Saloni watched her go and then jumped at Rupali again. ‘You have to listen to what I have to tell you!’
Rupali smiled. Saloni would never let a moment go without bringing some spice into their lives.
Meanwhile, Raheema stepped out of the hostel block. It had gotten dark by then. On a usual day, by this time, she was already home.
All hell broke loose when she arrived at the door of her house. Right in front of her, Mahajan was sitting on a chair and stroking the head of Raheema’s daughter, who was busy completing her assignment.
Eight
A week later, the elections were over. The winning party from the previous year had come into power for the second consecutive time. Meanwhile, DU had seen various clashes where the police had to intervene to maintain law and order. On one occasion, it had to take a few students into custody. But that was only for a few hours on the eve of the election as a precautionary measure.
While the elections had gotten over and the peace in the university had been restored, another storm was preparing itself to engulf the college. The signs of it were first felt in Prof. Mahajan’s cabin, a day before classes were to resume. That’s where the bugle of the battle was blown for the very first time.
‘May I come in?’ Rupali asked from the entrance of Prof. Mahajan’s cabin.
Prof. Mahajan moved his eyes from his laptop to the door and replied, ‘I am a bit busy. Come in an hour or so.’
‘Sorry sir, but this can’t wait,’ Rupali responded urgently.
‘What’s your name, girl?’ the professor asked. He certainly didn’t like the manner in which Rupali had spoken.
‘Rupali Sinha, Sir.’
‘Listen, Rupali, I remember you. You had reached out to me for the doubt clarification last week. I was away for a few days. We can discuss that in an hour. Come back later,’ he said and raised his hand signalling her to leave.
When Mahajan resumed looking at his laptop, Rupali spoke, ‘This is not about my project.’
‘Then?’ Prof. Mahajan asked in irritation, for Rupali was not allowing him to concentrate on his work.
‘Sir, we need to talk,’ Rupali said and stepped inside Mahajan’s cabin without waiting for his due permission.
Her behaviour annoyed Mahajan. No one had ever dared to speak to him like that. He didn’t approve of Rupali’s audacity. He shouted, ‘How dare you walk into my room without my permission?’
For a second Rupali backed off, but the next minute some inner strength told her to move on. In her mind, Rupali knew what she wanted to do. She had already prepared herself.
She walked towards the professor’s desk.
‘This is about Raheema. I know what you do to her, Sir,’ she said in a calm yet confident voice staring at the teacher’s face. Her heart was beating wildly inside her chest.
Prof. Mahajan had heard the name crystal clear without any iota of doubt. His face was something to be looked at. His mouth fell open and in that moment he seemed to be at a loss for words. Being confronted so directly and unexpectedly, Mahajan felt as if he had lost the ground beneath his feet. Clearly, he wasn’t prepared for this, not even in his wildest dreams.
All this while, a determined Rupali kept looking straight into his eyes. She could see the
To annoy Rupali, the way she always did, Saloni ran to embrace her roomie.
‘Eww! Get off me! You are sweating like a pig!’ Rupali shouted while shoving her away.
‘Tabhi to kar rahi hun, meri jaan,’ (That’s the reason I am doing this, darling) Saloni chuckled. Then she spotted Raheema and stopped unexpectedly.
She looked at Raheema and then back at Rupali.
‘I had called her for some work,’ Rupali mentioned even before Saloni had time to ask her.
‘All right, didi, you leave now, I will see you tomorrow in college. Keep my mobile number with you. We’ll talk later,’ Rupali said as she wrote her number on a piece of paper for Raheema.
Saloni watched her go and then jumped at Rupali again. ‘You have to listen to what I have to tell you!’
Rupali smiled. Saloni would never let a moment go without bringing some spice into their lives.
Meanwhile, Raheema stepped out of the hostel block. It had gotten dark by then. On a usual day, by this time, she was already home.
All hell broke loose when she arrived at the door of her house. Right in front of her, Mahajan was sitting on a chair and stroking the head of Raheema’s daughter, who was busy completing her assignment.
Eight
A week later, the elections were over. The winning party from the previous year had come into power for the second consecutive time. Meanwhile, DU had seen various clashes where the police had to intervene to maintain law and order. On one occasion, it had to take a few students into custody. But that was only for a few hours on the eve of the election as a precautionary measure.
While the elections had gotten over and the peace in the university had been restored, another storm was preparing itself to engulf the college. The signs of it were first felt in Prof. Mahajan’s cabin, a day before classes were to resume. That’s where the bugle of the battle was blown for the very first time.
‘May I come in?’ Rupali asked from the entrance of Prof. Mahajan’s cabin.
Prof. Mahajan moved his eyes from his laptop to the door and replied, ‘I am a bit busy. Come in an hour or so.’
‘Sorry sir, but this can’t wait,’ Rupali responded urgently.
‘What’s your name, girl?’ the professor asked. He certainly didn’t like the manner in which Rupali had spoken.
‘Rupali Sinha, Sir.’
‘Listen, Rupali, I remember you. You had reached out to me for the doubt clarification last week. I was away for a few days. We can discuss that in an hour. Come back later,’ he said and raised his hand signalling her to leave.
When Mahajan resumed looking at his laptop, Rupali spoke, ‘This is not about my project.’
‘Then?’ Prof. Mahajan asked in irritation, for Rupali was not allowing him to concentrate on his work.
‘Sir, we need to talk,’ Rupali said and stepped inside Mahajan’s cabin without waiting for his due permission.
Her behaviour annoyed Mahajan. No one had ever dared to speak to him like that. He didn’t approve of Rupali’s audacity. He shouted, ‘How dare you walk into my room without my permission?’
For a second Rupali backed off, but the next minute some inner strength told her to move on. In her mind, Rupali knew what she wanted to do. She had already prepared herself.
She walked towards the professor’s desk.
‘This is about Raheema. I know what you do to her, Sir,’ she said in a calm yet confident voice staring at the teacher’s face. Her heart was beating wildly inside her chest.
Prof. Mahajan had heard the name crystal clear without any iota of doubt. His face was something to be looked at. His mouth fell open and in that moment he seemed to be at a loss for words. Being confronted so directly and unexpectedly, Mahajan felt as if he had lost the ground beneath his feet. Clearly, he wasn’t prepared for this, not even in his wildest dreams.
All this while, a determined Rupali kept looking straight into his eyes. She could see the
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