Sooo...that half-an-hour-before-tuition thing turned out great. He'd done the assignment already. [Imagine my internal smugness when he told me. :D] So, we sat on the railing of the park outside the tuition place and talked. And talked. And talked. Never ran out of things to say. Even kept talking throughout the duration of the 1.5 hour tuition. Sir had to tell us to shut up. XD

For the sake of this blog, we'll call him Rocky. Not because he's beefed up like Stallone. Or a druggie like Sanjay Dutt.

Oh, and we have a lot in common. Like the fact that we both shifted to Chandigarh in the 11th grade. [He was in BCS, Shimla earlier and I was in Sanskriti, Delhi.] We both are hated by our respective school teachers in Chandigarh but were the faves of the teachers in our old schools. Like the same movies. Both love Heath Ledger [though he loves him in a completely non-gay way] and think it's a tragedy he died.

And he's so cute! We were sitting in tuition and he was telling me about how a friend of his Dad's used to fool him with that thumb-cutting trick [the one where you join both your thumb and then cover and slide so that it looks like you're cutting it] when he was in the 1st grade and how he used to try and figure it out but still didn't know how to. So, I put his hands in formation and showed him. You had to be there to see how excited he got that he could finally do it! X]

Haan. That was a week ago. Since then, there have been smiles and eye-contact and talking - though not as much as that day because A's usually there, too. And because a bench seats 3 people and a lot of bad luck, Arshiya always sits in the middle. [She was absent that day.] Sucks.

Chalo. Exams are a-knockin'. Don't have much time to foola round, anyway. Sigh.