(In a soft, warm room with impeccably clean surfaces, everything gleams brightly, computer screens glowing invitingly as students stream into the classroom.)
Forehead scratched raw, Akash inwardly groaned: Can't think—head's exploding.
Eyes narrowing, he pointed sharply: "Second row middle—you know preprocessor index?"
Numbness gripping his legs, he stood frozen, whispering fearfully: "Sir, I… I just… don't know."
"Okay-okay it is alright this is the first class as well."
"Anyone else, who can tell me about this, hmm… no one I guess." Teacher said unwillinglyAnger boiling, Akash vowed silently: First class flop? Fine—self-teach the hell out of it.
"Preprocessor index creates macros for constants or functions and inserts header file into the source." Teacher explained the class wholeheartedly.
"If you are done daydreaming, can we focus on the topic." The teacher fired at him.
The students beside him snickered at him under their breath, their soft "ha-ha" cutting through the air just loud enough for him to hear.
The bell rang; the students stood up and went out of the room.
Akasa lingered for a moment.
He looked quietly to the board, wrote down the information in his notebook.
He smiled and left the classroom.
Outside the classroom a voice drifted down the corridor.
"She is too shy."
Akasa slowed down and glanced over and saw the girls teasing someone in the middle.
Akasa only caught the glimpse of the girl as they slipped into the lift.
He thought in astonishment "wait… that was her".