Though they knew each other, they actually did not know one another. They had been together just for a year, when he freshly joined the college, and when it was about time for her to leave for she would have graduated with her Bachelor’s degree in English Literature. And now it was after a gap of almost three years that they had actually been seeing each other, her excitement just like the first time he talked to her.
They had been in contact these years as she was always asking for his help and guidance, and he never refused her anytime. Whenever she emailed him a query (he was not a Facebook addict, and barely seemed to use it; his profile picture was the same since the first time she sent him a request), he would promptly reply and seeing his name in her inbox, would always bring that little bashful smile on her lips.
She addressed him as Sir, for that was what he was to her, her teacher in her final year at college, doing his M.Phil. He was nervous the first day he joined and was waiting for his tutorials group to arrive. She, punctual as she was, was there in the class on time, only to find him already waiting for them.
“English Honours, 3rd year?”, he enquired, nervously.
“Yes Sir,” was her confused reply, not yet knowing who he was.
That was how they first met. And though her classmates and her friends didn’t seem to like their newly appointed teacher for they took him to be arrogant (because he was not an extrovert like others; a rather simple man), but she was always taking his side, defending him because in that brief chat of theirs (her and her teacher’s) she had known him to be a far more better human being than most of us are.
The college ended and so did her brief crush. But she knew that he was there to help her whenever the need arises (academic help, of course) and he never let her down that way.
After three long years, there they were…
…to be continued…
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