Neal had a biology exam that day, right after the lunch hour. So, he was in a rush from the very minute he walked into the cafeteria.
The place was crowded more than usual, it seemed. Looking for a place to sit, so he could gulp down the chicken burger, he scanned all the sitting area. That’s when he saw an empty spot next to her.
She was sitting alone, lost in her own world; eating and reading at the same time.
Their previous interactions were brief, nothing more than ‘hello’, ‘hi’ or ‘how are you’? He mostly saw her in the library, sitting in a corner, minding her own business, always busy with her books. Sometime she would sit alone but most of the time, her American friends surrounded her.
There were only a few Indian girls on the college campus, Henna was one of them.
“Hi Henna”, he said approaching the vacant seat.
“Hi, how are you,” she said with a slight smile. Her eyes went back to the book after a quick greeting.
He started to dig into his burger and fried. She kept reading, and eating.
“What are you reading?” he asked, trying to break the silence.
“Chumma”, she paused, “stuff”, she added without lifting her head.
All confused, he waited but a silence followed. ‘What kind of stuff that might be?’ he thought to him self – ‘chumma stuff!’ Read the rest of this entry »





