My encounter with the French Girl in the Library

I was reading Imagining India in the evening around 6pm yesterday. It was this time, she came and sat in front on the other row facing towards me. Now, I could concentrate no longer. The part I was reading described as to how English percolated in the roots of Indian culture over some 100 years(1835-1977) and now is an indispensable part of our civilization. I read two lines, then looked up, then again coming back. This pattern continued.

After continuing for half an hour this way, I thought it was better to return to hostel. So I got up, took the book and looking at her, left the place. While coming towards the hostel, in the midway, I suddenly realized that I don’t have my mobile with me. I checked my bag, to confirm. Yeah, I had left the cell phone in the library. I rushed back towards library, dropped my bag swiftly at the entrance and leaped towards the first floor. Thanks to the guard, he, somehow (generally they are stuck with the lines ‘Bhaiya I Card’ and don’t let you go even in case of emergency), understood the seriousness of the situation and didn’t ask me to show ID card then.

Reaching the spot, I found my cell lying on the table isolated. People were sitting two chairs away on both sides. I took a sigh of relief, picked up my cell and glanced at the girl. She was still engrossed attentively with her handouts, with a marker in her hand. I giggled at myself and left.