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  3. We share lab experiment observations.

  4. Our friendship is above GPAs. With all the new spare time, we live our lives to the fullest.

  5. We combine our hostel rooms into one living unit – one common bedroom, one study room and one fun party room.

  6. We split the cost of vodka regardless of how many drinks each person has had.

  Ryan looked at us as if he was expecting us to break into applause. We kept silent, hoping he would explain where he was going with this.

  “So, what do you guys think?” he asked.

  “What is this? Some kind of teenage club thing?”

  “If you agree, sign it. Sign it with your blood.”

  “Yeah right,” I said, “How old are we, like twelve?”

  “I am serious man,” Ryan said and then before we could say anything, he flicked out a razor blade from his pocket. In one nick, his thumb sprouted a dot of red.

  “Ryan, are you crazy?” Alok squeaked, almost losing his breakfast at this gross act.

  “No. Just want to drive the point home. You decide what you want to do,” Ryan said, signing the document with a toothpick dipped in his blood.

  “Can we discuss this first?” I said.

  “What is there to discuss? I am not forcing anyone.”

  “Like this whole sharing assignments and observations. Isn’t that heating?” Alok said.

  I agreed with Alok, though I was more concerned about the vodka costs, given that Ryan out-drank us ever y single time.

  “It is not cheating, it is cooperation. They have divided us with their GPAs, we are just pulling together to fight back.”

  “I don’t see it that way,” I insisted.

  “Are you signing or not?” Ryan put his hands on his hips.

  I thought about the C2D one last time. “Well. I can sign it, though I am not cutting myself or anything.”

  “It just takes a second,” Ryan said and flicked the blade on my forefinger and blood spouted out of me before I could form my denial.

  “Fuck you.”

  Ryan laughed and said, “Sorry man, look at your face. C’mon man, get into the spirit. Just sign it.”

  I looked at Ryan in disgust and signed the sheet.

  Alok sat there, petrified like a chicken in a butcher shop. The old Alok would have vociferously stood up to Ryan, but the new, improved version, just back with us, did not want to fight again. “I’ll make the cut myself,” he said finally.

  And soon he did get some blood from his little finger and we signed the C2D document like primitive tribesmen. I have to say, the whole blood thing made this feel important. I was not sure of what I had done, but somehow it sounded exciting. We converted our three single rooms into one apartment the same day. Ryan’s room became the party room, Alok’s was the study room with three tables and my room had the three beds.

  “So you friends moved in together,” Neha said.

  We were en route to the insti roof as per plan. She met me at eight p.m., her parents blissfully ignorant about her real whereabouts, picturing her by a cake at a non-existent friend’s birthday party.

  “Yes, sort of. We combined our rooms to one living unit,” I said, panting as we climbed the back stairs to the building.

  “Sounds exciting,” she said, blowing the fringe out of her eye.

  It was already dark when we reached the roof. As always, there was no one there.

  “Wow, look at all the stars,” Neha said.

  “Yes,” I said, proud as if I had finger-painted the sky myself. “And it’s all ours. Check out the campus view. See – that’s where you live,” I pointed.

  We couldn’t see much, apart from the lights in the living room.

  “Wow. We are so near to them, yet so far,” Neha said dreamily, flopping on the concrete floor. “So?”

  “So what?” I said.

  “Where is the vodka? Don’t you guys drink here?”

  “Yes. But you don’t drink, do you?”

  “Says who? I’ll have one if you have some.”

  “We do hide a bottle under the bell. Let me look,” I said, surprised at Neha’s request. She was a nice girl, I thought. Nice girls do not drink. But I kind of could do with a drink myself, so I came back with the bottle.

  “Nice,” she said, as she lay back against the dish antenna, “look at the stars above, just so beautiful. I wish I were a bird.”

  When people want to be birds, they are normally getting drunk. But she was getting trippy just from the idea of drinking on the insti roof.

  “Oh, I could lie here forever. Give me another drink,” she said.

  “Don’t have too much,” I had to caution.

  “I won’t. My dad will kill me if he smells it.”

  “Of course you’ll smell of it.”

  “Not much, check this out.”

  She opened her purse. Ten items later, she took out a pack of cardamom pods.

  “See, one of these and I go home minty fresh.”

  “Really? Then have one now, be minty for me.”

  “What? Do I have bad breath?” she sat up straighter.

  “I did not say that.”

  She held my arm and pulled me toward her. “Look me in the eye and tell me if I have bad breath.”

  “I don’t know. I have never been that close to your mouth,” I said honestly, even as the millimeters between our mouths lessened.

  “Go to hell,” she laughed and pushed me away.

  “See, you are chicken. Just so chicken,” I said.

  “No, I am not. Look at me, a professor’s daughter, getting drunk on the insti roof with a five point something loafer.”

  If she had not been laughing, I would have resented that, but I decided to milk the opportunity anyway.

  “Loafer? So I am a loafer,” I said.

  “Yes, but…”

  “But what?”

  “But I love my loafer,” she said and pulled me toward her again. Again, our mouths were millimeters away. She tilted her head sideways. Was she going to kiss me? Or rather, was she-plus-two-glasses-of-vodka going to kiss me?

  “We don’t need no ejju-kay-shion…” a hoarse singing voice startled us from our embrace. Someone had just come to the insti roof.

  “What the…” Neha said, “I thought you said no one was here.”

  “I don’t know. Shh…quiet,” I said as we tried to hide behind the antenna.

  I finally recognized Ryan’s voice through all that bad singing and saw him heading for our vodka hiding place.

  “It’s Ryan!” I said in a voice mixed with relief and irritation at losing my moment.

  “Ryan,” I shouted.

  “Hari,” he shouted back, walking over. “Bastard, you are here and I was looking all over for you. Is there someone with you?”

  “Ryan, I want you to meet…”

  “It’s a girl!” Ryan exclaimed as if he had spotted me with a dead rabbit. Neha continued to cower behind me, attempting anonymity.

  “It’s Neha,” I said. “Neha, meet Ryan. Ryan, be nice and say hello to Neha.”

  Ryan’s voice mellowed down instantly. What is it with men; they become another person in female company. So predictable!

  “Hi Neha,” Ryan said, trying to avoid staring too much at someone he had heard so much about.

  “Hi,” Neha said, still unsure if Ryan could be trusted.

  “I was just looking for Hari to do an assignment,” Ryan said.

  “Drop it Ryan. We’re having a drink,” I said.

  “Really?” Ryan said as if he expected Neha to be winged and haloed or something. “But I thought Neha was not like that.”

  “Like what?” she asked immediately.

  “Uh, nothing,” Ryan said and sat down on the warm concrete.

  “So what have you heard about me?” Neha said.

  “Lots,” Ryan said and started telling her sacred details about all our past dates. They kept talking for like ten hours or something and I just kept getting more dr