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Travelling in an auto during summer in Bangalore is something I would definitely not recommend. Sweat beading your every pore, its might seem like a similar experience to your favorite beach getaway, but in Bangalore that is in addition to soot and pollution that fills the city's air so well yeah its not idea for sure. Today was a little different though, today was about finding a little part of my past.

Halfway across Bangalore in search of the language of my past, French, I arrived sure enough after the bottleneck traffic, and walked right in to the school where I would now spend most of my time now onward. After filling in the forms and completing the other formalities in the front desk I decided to grab a coffee and maybe even some French patisserie pastries. Of course this was only because I was on my cheat day, and I promised myself I would go gyming the next day but I too knew that was a little too much of planning and far too less enthusiasm. Right, back to the cafeteria, so as I enjoyed the wonderful coffee and the beautifully fragrant crepe with bruleed  sugar topping, I couldn't help but notice the person from my past who both knew and did not at the same time. She was seated right at the heart of this chaotic cafeteria but she seemed so engrossed in her books it was calming to the eyes the same way the sea was to you heart. She sat in a snug t-shirt with jeans ripped at all the right places and camouflage converse shoes , conjugating French verbs I didn't really know existed. The hustle of the cafeteria didn't seem to baffle her even a little, rather I had never seen someone this calm and composed and the last time i did, it was her almost six years ago. I didn't think she noticed me and i tried to not draw too much attention to myself, and sat staring at my blank phone screen pretending to be reading, but all I did was let my mind wander.

Any normal person would probably just wave and engage in a  casual conversation and maybe talk the weather and even share a memory or two from the past, but not me. The thought itself of getting up and interacting scared the living daylights out of me, as i sat and thought about the casual conversation i began to feel my social anxiety welding up in my chest and I can guarantee it wasn't the best feeling. I had this flashback of when we were in the second grade, and we called ourselves "The Maniac scientists" except we didn't really know what the word "maniac" even meant back then but we thought it was cool to just go with it anyway. My through felt like sandpaper right about this time so I slowly got up to go to the counter to get some lemonade. When i arrived at my seat with my pretty glass full of pink lemonade, i found a note waiting for me there and the girl I'd been thinking about all this while was gone. Maybe its time I revel her name, her name was Aminura, no that isn't her real name but sure is an anagram for her real name.
So as I opened the note and i didnt really know what to expect really but i read on,"Wow its really been a long time hasn't it? and after all these years we still have one thing in common, our social anxiety. You really thought that i didn't notice you? oh well, i hope you're good and how's that cat of yours?" i found myself grinning at this and making as I read on,"maybe we'll bump into each other someother time and maybe then we can talk? Love A"
the noise in the cafeteria wasn't as loud anymore and the person eating flat bred with his fork didn't bother me anymore.


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