I guess I ignored her, so she was also ignoring me.
So yesterday, I met her again. But I don’t know why I ignored her—or what fear was eating me inside that stopped me from talking to her.
We woke up at 7 o’clock, brushed our teeth, and, like always, started scrolling Instagram while talking about the exam. Around 9 A.M., we cooked rice and masoor dal. My brother came early from his tuition and said he had a headache, so we told him to rest while we finished cooking.
Later, we changed the topic to buses. After eating together, we went to a medical shop. The shop looked a bit vintage, like something from an older city. The man there gave us some general medicines we already knew about. These medicines are cheap but effective. I guess only a few shops give them because they don’t make much profit. We took them and came back.
We reached around 11:40, I think, so we decided to freshen up and get ready for the exam center.
At 12:40, we were at a chowk that also works as a bus stop. A bus driver saw us and stopped. We got in. The problem is—whenever I travel by bus or tempo, I feel like vomiting. My stomach churns, my head starts hurting, and my body feels heavy. The same thing started happening again. But for my brother, I didn’t say anything. Somehow, we reached the center without me vomiting. 😅
When we got down, I told him we should never take a bus again. I just can’t control it. He agreed.
We entered the center and checked our hall and seats. I saw some familiar faces, but I ignored them because I still wasn’t feeling good after the bus ride. The bus looked vintage and cool, but I just can’t handle the journey.
Then I saw her.
She was sitting just behind my brother and one seat ahead of me.
I don’t know what she felt. Maybe she thought I had forgotten her. Maybe she thought I didn’t want to talk. But honestly, I just wanted to sit and rest. I even went near her seat to talk to my brother… and ignored her. Then I came back and slept in my seat for about five minutes.
Later, I thought I would talk to her when the exam ended.
But when the paper finished, she walked out quickly. I think she knew I was just behind her, but still she moved fast and left the center. I took an e-rickshaw. She took a bus.
And just like that—we separated.
The whole way, I listened to music and kept thinking… why did she walk away so fast?
When we reached our chowk, we went to a computer center to ask about a 12-month ADCA course for Bhaiya. We talked to the teacher. It was around 3:50 when we reached our room again.
We freshened up, ate, and then started exploring editing assets on CapCut. Bro wanted to create an edit, so I took his phone, recorded six shots, and told him to try using them. I guided him, and he actually did it. It wasn’t perfect, but for a new editor, it was honestly good.
After that, I called my friend Hemant. We talked about our day and our problems. Our moods felt lighter.
Everyone around us was watching IPL. They asked me to join, but I’m not really interested in cricket anymore. I was more focused on work, projects, and studies.
At 10:50 PM, I started a project. I finished it by 12:12 AM, uploaded it for review, and moved on. Then I took a PW test and scored 194/240. It’s good, but I still need more resources — especially an important formula sheet for physics.
After that, I started writing this blog.
Now it’s 5:11 AM. I’m listening to Playdate, Babydoll, Wanna Be Yours, and Attention in the background—using my 2-kaudi wired earphones. After publishing this, I’ll freshen up and try to start studying again.
And somewhere between all this…
I’m still thinking about the girl I met again.
and the conversation that never happened.
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