In this vast hall, that seemed to exist endlessly, there was hope diffused among the equally spaced out desks. Whether this hope is misguided or not, undeserving or not, I’ll never know nor will I ever want to know. This is maybe because I am limited to me own desk and till now the desk limited to me. I hold only but one seat. Yes only one seat, my uncomfortable seat, population: one. Like every town has their own sounds, smells and stink, so does each desk. Ten desks to my right sits a girl balancing her pen on her lips. When it falls spinning it thrice and then repeating the same. I wonder why her feet tap so rapidly. I wonder about her sweat that glistens under the fluorescent light and which is quickly evaporated by the fast fan over her head. I wonder what’s going on 2 desks to my left, where a striking girl I knew in a recently previous past sits. Some of them say and I thought that people with a pretty face have life easy and yet she with her thin mesmerising eyes was perhap...
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