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I woke up to the alarm and not her voice screaming 'Idiot, wake up. You'll make us late.' It's a usual activity - to wake up and turn off the alarm. It was hard for me. I felt like a 3 year old kid who could just cry, nap, and poop. When you've had someone for so long, when you have shared every moment together, even the tiniest thing reminds you of them. But, I had to do it, alone. I am being paranoid. I am losing my mind. I was writing the code, I had to submit it tomorrow. Is she selected fpr the internship? Is she going to come college. My head started to ache and my eyes were red. High. My eyes closing and my mind going back to that day. A beautiful sunny day with the dew drops glittering the plants. The chai wala happily serving the students with dozes of tea to cope up with the lectures. When I sat in the cafeteria, I realised it took me fifteen more minutes than usual to cross that distance. Am I being dreamy? I never paid attention to anything. The weathe

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'Can I have the seat?', she asked reluctantly. She had a confused face. 'Of course.' I said as I tried hard not to blush. Why is my code showing error? What should I do? Did I miss a semi-colon? Did I miss her looking at me. I stopped coding, my mind wasn't in it. 'Are you new here?' What am I asking? I sound so dumb. She smiled though, I felt relieved. 'I am selected for the summer internship offered here in computer science. I have my interview in an hour. I am nervous.' What? Computer Science. Something's common. From the moment I first looked at her till now I tried to venn diagram our possibilities to have a match and here it is, CS. Was I destined to choose this college, this particular stream and sit exactly here so she could come sit beside me? I started talking to myself in my head. I had this habit, who else would I talk to, if not me. She was silently eating as if trying to remember every algorithm ever discovered. She looked scared

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'Just leave me! ', she screamed to the loudest of her voice and for once, I felt my heart skip a beat. This time, it wasn't because of her beautiful smile or her hazel blue eyes gazing up at me. It wasn't her perfume that turned me on or the way she made up for the fight with her cute laugh and puppy face. I recall the first time I saw her, the first time my heart skipped a beat for a girl I wasn't sure would ever entwine with me. Her hair curled up into a ponytail, bouncing as she walked. She wore a beautiful pale-white dress with a denim jacket over it. I was in the cafeteria working on the code. Other than decaf coffee, even the chaos of the cafeteria was unable to get me off the work. I had my headphones on, Linkin Park's playlist always boosted up my speed. Thanks, LP. And coffee. The cafeteria had all kinds of people, the hot chicks, the muscular sports-squad, the toppers and nerds and, the misfits - where I belonged. I wonder I was the only misfit, I a