The silence of the back row was my sanctuary—until the heavy oak door of the lecture hall creaked open, three minutes past the professor’s final warning.
A whirlwind of energy practically tumbled into the room. It was Diksha, my roommate. At 5'2", she was a head shorter than most, but she had enough personality to fill the entire college campus. Her long, brownish-black hair was piled into its signature messy bun, with loose strands framing her fair face and big, expressive brown eyes. She was wearing her usual "uniform"—a short, colorful kurti paired with faded baggy jeans.
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