He flipped through the pages of the novel which had won the Booker recently.Disinterested,he looked away towards the door,as if he was expecting someone.The music of Sudha Raghunathan on his ipod was stimulating.Yet,there was a sense of dissatisfaction.Listless.Thathow he would define it. The cappuchino cup was empty.He had been frequenting the new coffee shop on the central campus.Infact he found the place quite invigorating and went on to solve radiative transfer problems with ease.He licked the last bit of the hummus which was on the plate he had ordered almost an hour ago. It was sunday evening.The ususal suspects,his friends, were not there. He wondered what the Canadian Adam was upto. He thought maybe he should call Gayathri and talk to her. Tim was busy with his high energy physics.He was almost about to leave.It was almost 8.He had to TA for a class early the next day.There was stuff to grade.He had to prepare for the class tomorrow.A minute of silence.He closed his eyes and imagined to lock up all his thoughts in a steel chest and throw it deep into the see.That was the end of that weekend.His last two had been more interesting.
About a month ago he had met her at a friends place.Shrishti.She seemed to be quite.Said a hi and made him some tea. He never thought he would meet her again.let alone talk to her twice a day,crib about stuff in general and lend his patient ear to her ramblings.But it happened.There was no looking back
