Semester 1
The Day I Lost Control of My Own Rhythm
I was never looking for love. I was looking for capacitors, lab work, and a first year I thought would be about grades. Then one ordinary day I looked up, and the rhythm was damaged and never came back under my control.
Memories
I saw her once. I thought it was attraction. I moved on. The rhythm was already broken.
I started noticing her again and again, again and again — without my own permission
I was confident, and stable. I told myself it was just an attraction, and that I had options
Internally, I was already lost to it
CRT classes merged two sections into one hall. AI-ML A was mine. AI-ML D was hers.
I liked that faculty because he matched my level of thinking. I did not know the class would reorganise my entire year
The session that day was about Kajal — Indian eyeliner. My kind of thing. I was completely focused on it
Afterwards we walked back to our own classrooms. She went one way. I went the other
I never spoke to her. Not once. In the whole of that year