<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/13834181?origin\x3dhttp://marshmellows-in-the-sea.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Saturday, August 25

He sauntered into the lecture hall lazily, with his back pack carelessly slung over his right shoulder. Deliberately refusing to look at anyone in the eye and ignoring all greetings extended to him, he carefully made his way to his usual seat. Despite his apparent rudeness, he knew that none of them took offence. After all, they were probably used to his show of aloofness. More importantly, it was him. For as long as he knew, no one got or could stay angry with him. He was all too aware of his god given ability to manipulate other’s feelings and had no qualms about putting them into good use at the right time. As he neared his area of hibernation (lecture time is sleeping time), he noticed a paper fluttering down to the floor. It came from the girl in front.

"Hey!" He called out and bent down instinctively to pick up the fallen object. It was a photograph with a vaguely familiar background. He wondered where he had seen it before. When she gave no sign of having heard him, he sighed and gingerly reached out to tap her on the back.

"Here, you dropped this," he said and stretched out his arm.

Our Promise (:
1:14 PM