The class would be in a state of uproar when she entered.
Tired of waiting, the twins would be throwing missiles of chalk-stubs at each other, Ramya , the front-bencher Greek Goddess, would twist herself into a knot and anchoring her hand at the junction of two desks, would be animatedly recounting last night’s episode of the popular soap opera to her rapt audience behind;Amol would have climbed up on his desk and giving a rip-roaring rendition of Justin-Bieber’s latest hit, to a raucous accompaniment of enthusiastically thumped desks , Jaya would have just dispatched last pink coloured paper airplane with its secret message (in encrypted malayalam) to its recipient in the back seat ,Sonu would be busy picking his nose and wiping it underside the desk,on his desk-partner’s side, who was totally absorbed in hijacking the pink paper airplane midway. Jaya screamed her disapproval in chaste malayalam, calling the interloper names which he didn’t comprehend, nor was inclined to; and Miss Keya Ghoshal , the late arrival would be standing at the entrance,(“darkening the doorway”- Mother Superior would remark,acridly) disapproval and disgust writ large on her round, dark, lipsticked face. Silence and order would slowly, and very reluctantly return to the now very littered and disorderly and breathless classroom.
Tired of waiting, the twins would be throwing missiles of chalk-stubs at each other, Ramya , the front-bencher Greek Goddess, would twist herself into a knot and anchoring her hand at the junction of two desks, would be animatedly recounting last night’s episode of the popular soap opera to her rapt audience behind;Amol would have climbed up on his desk and giving a rip-roaring rendition of Justin-Bieber’s latest hit, to a raucous accompaniment of enthusiastically thumped desks , Jaya would have just dispatched last pink coloured paper airplane with its secret message (in encrypted malayalam) to its recipient in the back seat ,Sonu would be busy picking his nose and wiping it underside the desk,on his desk-partner’s side, who was totally absorbed in hijacking the pink paper airplane midway. Jaya screamed her disapproval in chaste malayalam, calling the interloper names which he didn’t comprehend, nor was inclined to; and Miss Keya Ghoshal , the late arrival would be standing at the entrance,(“darkening the doorway”- Mother Superior would remark,acridly) disapproval and disgust writ large on her round, dark, lipsticked face. Silence and order would slowly, and very reluctantly return to the now very littered and disorderly and breathless classroom.
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