I saw him everyday sitting on the first bench in the class, drinking in every word said by the professor. Even the super soporific power of the most boring of teachers couldn’t make him yawn. He was 6’1. He wore heavily magnified glasses which totally ruined the beauty of his honey brown eyes. He had a lanky profile. His walk always made it seem as if he was about to fall. He always carried the same boring black bag which was always in danger of tearing off due to the dozen books which were crammed into it. Checked shirt was the only kind of clothing he wore. His awesomely curly hair was always greased up with loads of hair oil. He was a nerd. And I was totally head over heals for this guy. What was it that attracted me towards him? Well, that’s a mystery to me too. He was a very coy and quiet guy. Everyone teased him, called him words, he didn’t once retaliate. But did it hurt him? Yes. I had once seen him come out of the men’s room all puffy-eyed and his nose was a nasty s...