Hectic, hectic, hectic.
That was the only adjective that existed in my vocabulary to describe my schedule that semester. There were assignments to complete, journals to review, experiments to perform, practice sessions to attend, and the list never seemed to end.
I felt like a proverbial chicken with its head chopped off.
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The view of the campus flashed across the window next to my seat as the campus bus whisked through. Exhausted, my bleary eyes lazily pointed to every passing lamp posts as my overloaded mind struggled to unload the fatigue, which somehow became a permanent fixture inside.
At the sudden, a familiar figure between two of the lamp posts jolted my senses. It was like a re-enacted scene from an assassin movie Wanted…
Long tall silhouettes of the lamp posts zoomed by in a row.
At a heartbeat, the speed suddenly zeroed.
An image of a lady between two of the lamp posts emerged.
Another heartbeat, the image halted.
In a split second, it disappeared in a zoom.
And the repeating patterns of long tall silhouettes resumed.
That was her!
I jerked in my bus seat and quickly craned my neck towards the back. She was already out of the view by then. Laughing at my own silliness, I slid back into my seat and pretended to look at my cell phone. My sixth sense felt many startled pairs on eyes on me in the bus…
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It has been six days since I last met her. The actual thing was we did come across each other in the campus many times after that, but our conversations were nothing beyond this repetitive monotonous script:
A: Hey.
B: Oh hi, there.
A: How are you?
B: Good. How about you?
A: I’m fine too.
B: Oh, I’m on my way to a lecture now. What about you?
A: Me? I have a group discussion soon. See you.
B: Take care then. Bye.
