It’s hard to express the rush of odd feelings reaching my heart. Am I tensed? Am I afraid? Don’t know how to express the state of my mind at present. I must say I am perplexed.

It started as a bad day. I had an upset stomach, but since I couldn’t miss the morning tuition classes which I take for a plus-one student, I got ready. The portion was about the preparation of alkenes. Even though I wasn’t fine, the class came out much better than I had expected it to be.

After the daily routines, I took medicines and went to college. The morning session was cancelled and the students were directed to the farewell ceremony of the teaching and non-teaching staff held at the hall. After a series of long speeches, I must say, my stomach ended up much worse!

I couldn't take lunch. But the lunch interval passed with ease as I was a part of the fun and jokes of the whole class. The afternoon session was free for us as per schedule.

It was unexpected when our mentor came to our class and stood silent. We thought he was going to scold us for not informing about the free hour. Slowly, the anxiety turned into joy when he announced that we were free to go home. We were happy and double excited. In a college where, attendance is compulsory each hour, it’s a dream come true, when you get a free hour. We rushed out of the class.

The next task was to make our counterparts, NRE guys, know that, we were leaving. I bravely took up the task and went towards their class with Alisha, my friend. We reached the back door of their class and looked in. I was sure the professor couldn’t see us, but the students in the back row could surely notice our presence. However, the keen and strict professor who was lecturing in that class had noted us, while we were passing the window. Without knowing that he was watching us, I peeped through the glass slides of the door… Yes I peeped through the opening of the door!! I must say I haven’t yet lost my childhood. Ha ha… I peeped into the last row, but nobody looked at me. I really didn’t want to disturb his class. I just wanted to deliver the message and go. If somebody looked at me, I could have conveyed the idea through a gesture. Alas… no one looked at me. My eyes scanned every row and ended up meeting the staring eyes of the professor!! I quickly turned back. I felt running, but the heart beat faster and I was stuck there.

What happened next was unexpected. The arrogant professor came out and asked me "Why did you peep into the class?”. I was taken aback. I wanted to reply, but, couldn't utter even a word. I kept myself behind Alisha. She blabbered something to save me. But the professor continued his questions with anger. I couldn’t hear anything. All I could hear was my heart pounding vigorously. When the professor left, we burst into laughter and we ran from there.

While walking to home after saying bye to Alisha, many thoughts came to my mind. Who was more childish …. was it me who peeped through the door or the professor who lost temper for a silly act???