Chapter 1
First Sight
"Can you temme wat is tan(A B)?"
A voice disturbed Nick, as he woke up from his PCD dreams and realised that the his dark complectioned maths teacher was looking in his eyes directly. Still in his dreams, his head almost fell on the table as he moved his hand on which it rested. A girlish giggle came from his left side. Completely blank of wat was going on, he looked at other two guys siting on either side of his teacher. "I asked you wat is tan(A B)?", said Mr. Tiwari, their maths tuition teacher as he realised that his student was sleeping. Mr.Tiwari was a tall, thin man. He had sunkened eyes and long thin nose. He must have been in his 30's.
"eh..h... I don knoe s' ", said Nick. "Its an identity which u must remember ALWAYS.", said Mr. tiwari spoke as he wrote the answer on a register sheet. Nick thought how grateful it was tht tiwari sir didnt scold him. But he was still giving him an angry look. And as Nick sat back with relief, he frowned cursing his luck, for he was dancing with PCDs in his dream and was just about to get a kiss frm, at least 15 yr older from him, a dancer and... and.... unfortuately he was siting in a small shop turned into a room - his tuition center.

"May i cmin sir?". A voice came from the corner. To find who it was, Nick with other two girls and two boys sitting thr turned their faces. A face popped in from the door. The fair soft face of a girl moved in the room. "May i cumin" she repeated. For Nick, she seemed like a girl of class 5 or may be even younger. "I'm supos'd to join maths class frm tudae s' ", she said it in a peculiar accent pushing her hair back with her hands. The accent was neither indian nor american. Just peculiar, thought Nick. She wore a knee touching yellow kurta and black pair of jeans. From her right shoulder a coulourful Jhola laid down till her waist. The bag had beautiful mirror work and the light from it flashed in the room. "You can sit, class has started just now", said Mr. Tiwari. Wat a gr8 luck!! thought Nick as the girl sat on right side of him. Clinging sound of ghunghurus came as she rested her jhola on her right. She seemed to have used rose fragrance perfume or it was just the aroma coming from her curly hair falling over her shoulder. She took out wat seemed like a classmate register and another traditionally covered pen. And Nick was just thinking bout what a Typical girl she was. Is she really in 11th standard? 'coz she looked like a baby kid. Nick was definitely not giving attention in what his teacher was teaching as all these thoughts stuck his mind.

"Now i want you to copy these questions im writing here and solve them right now".Once again spoke Mr. Tiwari. All of 'em noted them in their notebooks and registers. Nick carried a five in one spiral pad and just a pen to his classes. He gave a glance at one of the girl's register on her left for if any one completed the questions. He saw her doing the third question and that too using a wrong formula(thought he). Nick was though intelligent. But for him Studying hard was just not his cup of tea. It was barely 5 mins passed when the new girl handed her register to the teacher. Every one looked at her, astonished. And again Nick's mind tickled. She just now entered the room and even missed it wen tiwari sir gave the formulas but still she did all the questions so quickly. Tiwari sir who was taking the sip of tea in a small thermocoll glass, almost dropped it on the table and took the register. It was quite clear he was delighted to see the questions solved. "All correct! Very good! mm.. you are......?""Tehzeeb""hmm. Very good. Let others solve as well.", nodded Mr.Tiwari. Nick was again dreaming,"Wow what an amazing name Tehzeeb. Quite common.. yet uncommon. I'll call Nick name her tez, or may b tehz, or how bout tehzi???"
"Now you get it!", Nick heard a voice.
"What??", asked he.
Tehzeeb looked at him. "excuse me?", she said.
"Did you say sumthing??", asked Nick.

Tags & Keywords : friendship