Our B. Tech. undergrad classroom was on the 6th floor in a campus high rise.
Our class had no girls, only males. The B. Arch. undergrad class on the other had had several feminine students. They were all pretty, but one stood out - Shakuntola Basu.
There was one elevator that served the building. The Architecture class was on the 4th floor.
One of the guys in our class, who shall remain unnamed, knew the exact timings of Shakuntola’s classes. He would suddenly vanish from our midst and ride the elevator with her, as much as practical.
I’m guessing she noticed, but unfortunately he was not able to open his mouth and say a word for years.
Our graduation dealt the potential lop sided romance a death sentence.
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