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....he sat on the cement bench  with his books kept in his lap  like a careless child  shaking his leg lost in his own world,  he watched   them who were  coming in through the gate  , the air was pleasant and cool,  adolescent  age is carefree and  uncaring,  stylish dressing  , lovely faces,  shiny tresses swinging  were admired  specially  if attractive attitudes were   also  adorned,  in a short time  several  beauties crossed   his eyes,  he had  carefully looked at each one of them,  what an amazing   situation it was,  he thought everyone was  similar,  their way of walking,  talking,  their smiles and  their looks, all  seemed  look alike, no difference  to make any of them stand out, perhaps it was  because    keeping  all these same type faces aside  he had  come to  like a specific face  in the world,  had she been with him now  she would have definitely  rebuked him for  staring at girls  wide eyed,  the main point to  ponder is had she been with him   he would not have  locked else where,  all this fun of  bird watching was  in her absence,  ever since  he  was  with her  he would never dare make any mistake,  he never  turned to look or  flutter his eyes 

He swore she was  a  copy of professor sir sajat Aldine,  same attitude as his,   in his presence nobody could dare lift an eye lid to look  around,  heads were kept lowered respectfully,  he felt the same way in her presence