Ola............. (here goes tyehi_moro_ashish...) I asked Mr.S to buy a card for me as he had an eye for the romatic. I also asked him to write something cute on it, that would make her knees weak because Mr.S knew how to write. He was always reading all these books about these Hardy boys and that one kid names Tom Sawyer who painted his aunt's picket fence white. As we left for home I was giddily in love- romance was in the muggy air inside the crowded bus as I rode home. Mr C. had good news the next day. He had found out that she was either Sunita, Sarita or Sweta. Mr. B had gone a step further. From his pocket he produced two pages of the attendance sheet from class 9, section C. He had gone to the teachers' office and just tore out the pages from the attendance register. He had crossed out all the names of boys from the list. Since we were certain that she was a Brahmin we crossed out all the other castes. We had seven bahunis left on the list and sure enough there was a Sunita, a Sarita and a Sweta. I liked Sweta but anyway it felt good to officially narrow it down to three names. But I nearly broke down when Mr.S gave he the card that he had bought for me.A little girl on a pretty pink dress swinging on a swing, her eyes closed, bunny rabbits and piegons looking at her intently from the ground below as a heart-shaped sun from the left hand corner hued the sky in the colors of the rainbow while an arrow of cloud pierced the centre of the sun-heart. And inside Mr.S in his characteristic hand had written: The God Almighty made you But my eyes makes you more beautiful than He ever imagined. It was perfect. Mr.C volunteered to deliver the good news to her. And during lunch he tip-toed into her class and slipped the card inside her bag. Sure enough after school when I along with Mr.P followed her home she had the card in her hand. Mr.P said it was a good sign. He patted me in the back and I let out a long breath and went to her. She turned to me and in a swift motion tore the card into pieces and yelled, "I hate you." Stunned, I mumbled, "But you don't even know me." (......later)