Sharmila and Sanjeev walked into the college and it was still pretty early and they could see one or two students hanging around and some cleaners mopping the cemented floor of the college.
CVS was an adjacent to the bigger more famous and infamous SBSC. The college had brick red walls and was octagonal with only just two floors with classrooms and a backfield which had a small gated and chained entrance.
Sharmila knew Sanjeev would sooner or later get in the mood to talk a till then she could safely listen to songs on her MD player. Her brother whom she actually hated quite a bit had gifted her on her sixteenth birthday and since then she had it buy her side everywhere she went. It was like the doll she never had for she hated the fact she was a "girl". She was a born feminist and at times people felt she could’ve actually bitten them if they called her girly. But, somehow that never deterred Sanjeev from calling her a "girl" quite teasingly.
"Oye Madame! have you done the question Mr. Pundit had given?" asked Sanjeev, "Yes" she replied back. They never made any great conversation except for when they debated with each other on random topics. She was more of a "hippie" as Sanjeev termed her and he was more of a "cocktail of Socialism, fascism and communism" as she had once described him after reading her blog post on Pune Rave Bust. He wanted the party goers to be jailed and made to do community service and the drug suppliers shot and the parents to be fined for letting the children venture into rave parties.
They were poles apart if she looked like an angel from heaven he looked like a, nobody from nowhere. The chemistry between them was like that of salt and pepper, completely apart yet inseparable.
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