That Window Seat Girl
Her eyes bowed down, Hands raised up to her heart and lips whispered in pray.. All were enough to make me fall in love with her.. I am talking about that window seat girl who usually did the same thing to every temple falling on the way to our institutes. I just appeared for 12th and then took admission in an institute for the prestigious IITs. Ohh let me tell you about that.. That maths class in morning in which our sir used to shout repeatedly, "just think, just think; that one single line.. if it strikes question is solved. That's it.." Now who could tell him that we had only learnt a line in maths and that was RHS = LHS ЁЯШВЁЯШВ. Then came our Newton uncle for whom we always wished, if that were a coconut tree and the coconut would have fallen on his head, it would have at least halved the physics burden. So sad it was an apple tree..ЁЯШУ But it was even okay with physics, everything there was going with the fixed laws but i