Naan Thamizhthan

"Naan Thamizhthan. Unakku Thamizh theriyuma theriyathanu theriyala. Athan formala Englishla paesinen"- I replied her.

Three years ago, in my undergraduate class, she used to sit in the first bench, second row. Five feet back, I was sitting. Third bench, third row.

I am calling her today after three years. If I am somewhere in the Midwest, she is located somewhere in the East. Both are ten thousand miles away from our 'benches'.

Beep..beep..beep. whenever I pressed the keys on my cellphone it beeped. Sometimes we are never keeping in touch - I thought to myself. Seven more beeps. My roommate turned and gave a eerie look. I should turn off my key sound. sometimes irritating.

"Hello"

"Hello, U?"

"Yeah. speaking".

"This is V. Can you recognize me?"

"Mmm.. no"

"Undergrad classmate..V.."

"Mmmm..Mmm"

"I used to sit before A and M".

"The tall fellow?"

"Tall... Hmmm.. maybe". She is so short. Everyone is taller to her.

"We both got admit in same univ, but we both didn;t go there...remember?"

"Not exactly..."

"I now study with S".

"Yeah.. I got you. You used to sit beside R and J"

"Yes.. So finally you managed to get a picture of me..."

"Yeah..yeah.. I could recognize you".

"Good".

"Hey..Nee Thamizh thane?" She asked me then.