We meet every day in the corridors. We greet each other like best friends but, I don't even know her last name. We see each other every day in the common kitchen, and I know she has tea everyday in the morning. She is an early riser as I am. She is a nice person to talk to, I believe. That's something I know from our conversations about her exams and teachers. I know, she lives three rooms away from mine.
But, in the last 6 months, since we have known each other, I have never entered her room even once. She hasn't come to my room either except once when she came to wish me on my birthday. We are barely friends, going by the definition of “friends”.
She saw me sob, while I talked on the phone last night. I looked at her, and turned away to hide my tears. It was an awkward moment. She didn't have the authority to ask me the reason, and I didn't want to share something so personal. She left, not knowing what to do.
She came to my room this morning. We greeted each other merrily as we always do. She tried to study me eyes, to check if I was okay now. I still wanted to know why she had come, this didn't happen otherwise. Sensing my curiosity, she asked me if she could fetch me some water from the ground floor, she was going there anyway. It was the lamest excuse ever. I guessed why she was in my room and told her that I was fine and appreciated her concern. We talked about random things for a while and she left.
It moved me to know that people still cared about each other.
I still don't know what to make of it, just felt it was an incident worth sharing!
But, in the last 6 months, since we have known each other, I have never entered her room even once. She hasn't come to my room either except once when she came to wish me on my birthday. We are barely friends, going by the definition of “friends”.
She saw me sob, while I talked on the phone last night. I looked at her, and turned away to hide my tears. It was an awkward moment. She didn't have the authority to ask me the reason, and I didn't want to share something so personal. She left, not knowing what to do.
She came to my room this morning. We greeted each other merrily as we always do. She tried to study me eyes, to check if I was okay now. I still wanted to know why she had come, this didn't happen otherwise. Sensing my curiosity, she asked me if she could fetch me some water from the ground floor, she was going there anyway. It was the lamest excuse ever. I guessed why she was in my room and told her that I was fine and appreciated her concern. We talked about random things for a while and she left.
It moved me to know that people still cared about each other.
I still don't know what to make of it, just felt it was an incident worth sharing!
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