“Look at this, a gutsy gal here,” one short girl came forward between the leader and her. Obviously she was the guy’s girlfriend and a possessive one at that.
Since Radha had looked at the leader fearlessly, she had to be punished. She was told to do a 100 sit ups, holding her ears.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” was the calm reply.
“Sit ups are sitting down and standing up,” said another guy from the group.
Still Radha acted as if she did not know and the group tried to explain, each in their own way.
“Ok,” Radha replied and went to a nearby bench and sat down on the bench and got up a few seconds later.
The girlfriend got irritated and said, “I’ll show you how it’s done.” And she did the exercise herself twice, without realizing what was going on! “That is a sit up! Now, you do it.”
“Why should I do it? I thought you did not know it. You got it? Simple! If you know it why do you ask me?”
Radha left the garden leaving many gaping mouths behind her.
The next day was Rose Day in the college. The handsome guy came up to her and introduced himself as Shekhar, from the third year Bachelor’s. And he said that he lived in the boys’ hostel just outside the campus. Then he offered her a red rose.
“Shekhar, thank you. But no. I know that you have a girlfriend and she wouldn’t like it. But, I would have taken a yellow rose, which means friendship. This I cannot take. Sorry.”
Shekhar understood and before the day in the college was over, he had brought her a yellow rose, which she accepted. From then on they became good friends. But, it took another few days for Radha to broach the subject of the murder with her newfound friends. She had to gain their confidence.
“If I’m not prying, can you tell me about a recent murder in the college?”
All of them were reluctant to discuss the topic.
That afternoon after lunch, she was free and contemplated on what to do next. She couldn’t think of anything, so she decided on going out of the girl’s hostel, which was located inside the institute premises. Her legs took her outside the complex, towards the group of shops outside. She was a few meters from a pan shop. She heard a girl talking audibly to someone over a mobile, standing outside the shop, excitement writ on her face.
“It should be of good quality. Can I be sure of that? I need good quality joints. It’s my birthday today. The treat is on me. I hope you understand.” The girl was saying. And then she returned the mobile to the pan vendor, having been persuaded that the product was of good quality.
Now, as far as Radha knew, there was no medical college in the vicinity. Neither was there a science college, which boasted of a course in biology. So ‘joints’ meant…
To be continued…