“Why am I thinking about it? I cannot do this!” Reena said resignedly as she fell in a heap on the bean bag, the only clutter-free furniture in the room.
Focussed and deliberate, Rahul egged on. There could be a way he could get his point through. Her wish was final but he yearned to be a part of the process.
Turning back from his board, he smiled at her fondly. “It isn’t that tough, darling. You’ll be taught everything; the formulae, their need and even their application. It is exciting!” he cajoled.
Reena wasn’t convinced. She looked around and saw the many admission forms that had temporarily taken over their room. She wanted to opt for Microbiology but couldn’t just waive off her Rocket Scientist brother’s persuasion to join his field.
She got up, walked up to him and said lovingly, “This is your board, Bhaiya. Not mine. Please?”