Chapter 2

Shvetha Mohan was the girl people came to college to see. In a college, deprived of girls, it wasn't everyday that someone like Shvetha joined. She fed the eyes of the testerosterone charged guys like exilir would to a thirsty man in the desert. She studied, she played hockey with the college women's hockey team, sang in the college band Moksha, and was the most familiar face in college.

If the guys in college were crazy about her, she was crazy about yours truly. Yeah, Shvetha was my girlfriend. We met first at an ice-cream parlour inside the institute campus. I had eaten for 75 rupees, and a small pat at my pocket gave me information enough for me to realise that my pocket had been picked. Helplessly as I wandered searching for the guy who picked my pocket. From nowhere, she came, like an angel. Man, at first sight I was floored. She came and asked me if the purse she had in her hand was mine. If it hadn't been for the unpaid bill, I probably wouldn't have even acknowledged the purse. Such were the magnetising powers she held.

A slow conversation with her lead me to know that she was a sophomore in the same institute. I was surprised that I hadn't seen her earlier. But then, it was when she told me her name, that I realised I was talking to one of the most deeply sought people in the institute. She chatted, and giggled, and again chatted, and kept giggling every one to one and a half minutes, and it all sounded sweet to me. At the end of the conversation, she muttered some gibberish, and then said, "Take care of your pocket lest someone might pocket it in serious vein and you'll be at a loss."