"Fiesta" Food court - Infosys, Mysore Diaries - #BlogChatterA2Z

“Hey Priya, what are you up to?”, Myra asked me on phone.

I had just finished laundry and come back to my room. 

“Nothing much, I might go out for dinner in some time.”, I replied.

“Why don’t you and Arjun come to the main gate? There’s a food court called “Fiesta” here and it looks awesome. Let’s have dinner here.”, she said.

“I’ll check with Arjun”, I replied.

I called up Arjun but he did not take my call. I sent him a text about the dinner plan and after 5 minutes, I got a reply saying that he’ll meet me soon. 

Annoyed at this behavior, I was resolved to find out what was happening.

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“What’s with the no-calls policy? And why are you acting strange? ”, I confronted Arjun as soon as we met. 

“Sorry, my phone was on silent”, he replied.

I wanted to ask him why he ignored us in the evening but I did not argue; He looked miserable. 

 “Okay, what happened? Is everything okay?”, I said instead.

“Am okay”, he lied.

We started walking towards the main gate, it was a 30-40 min walk depending on our pace. We could take bicycles but it was an upward slope and riding would be difficult.

“Change is inevitable. We have no option but to embrace it”, I said after 10 minutes. Arjun slowed down.

“But what if we don’t trust ‘the change’?”, he asked.

It was clear whom we were talking about. 

“Time will tell. “, I said, “Moreover, there’s nothing we can do about it”.

“Are you okay with 'change'?”, he asked me.

“I’m not but when it’s not in my hands, I try to embrace it. ”, I replied.

 “Some people have the knack of winning hearts”, he said with spite.

“Are you jealous?”, I asked. He looked at me.

 “It’s not jealousy. I don’t like certain changes”, he replied.

I did not know what to concur. Was he upset because it was all happening so quickly? Or did he secretly like Myra? 

We reached the main gate. Myra was coming in through the main gate. 

Chetan followed her.

“Hey Chetan”, I said. Arjun said nothing. 

“Hey guys”, he said.

There was an awkward pause. 

 “Look at Fiesta.. “, Myra said trying to diffuse the tension, pointing to a building ahead. We looked at the enormity in front of us. 

“So that’s Fiesta! I saw it on our first day here. It's huge”, I exclaimed.

“I knew you’d like it”, Myra said.

“Yes, it has almost all cuisines of food available in it. Guests are not allowed beyond this point and hence it has high traffic of people coming in”, Chetan said. 

“Yes, it makes sense since it’s the first food court that you come across on the campus”, I agreed. 

There was another pause.

 “Okay guys, have a nice time. Myra, see you on Monday.”, Chetan said.

“Wait a minute.”, a voice said. It was Arjun. “Why don’t you have dinner with us?”, he asked. 

“Okay”, said a surprised Chetan. I could see Myra smiling.

We entered the famous Fiesta FC (food court). The hall was larger than all other food courts and the FC had multiple levels. The popular kiosks seemed to be Dominos, Polar Bear (ice cream stall), Idlys, and Juice Junction. I took Poori bhaji from one of the less crowded kiosks and chose a table. 

Chetan was the first to come back. He had ordered Chinese food. 

He looked around and said, “Hope we are cool”.

Before I could reply, Myra joined us. I nodded as if saying “later”.

Arjun also joined us shortly and we had a pleasant meal. The food was really good, and we gobbled it. Arjun and I were especially hungry due to the long walk. The conversation was light and we could see that Chetan was a happy-go-lucky person. He asked us questions about our college days. He was not extremely chatty but he was decent enough. Moreover, Myra and he shared a very good rapport and I could see that she was enjoying his company. After dinner, we bade bye to Chetan and stood outside Fiesta. His friends were joining him. 

“So”, Myra said after a pause, “what do you guys think?”

She asked Arjun specifically.

“He’s okay”, he looked into her eyes. “As long as you are happy, we’re okay”, he said with a smile.

We started walking when suddenly I saw someone’s shadow from the first floor, it looked like they were peeping at us. 

It was Chetan…

- To be continued

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ECC (Employee Care Center) at Infosys, Mysore - #BlogChatterA2Z

ECC stands for Employee Care Center, in short, it refers to the Hostels managed by Infosys for employees and trainees. All the trainees were supposed to stay in the residential area of the campus. There was strict separation of hostels for boys and girls and each hostel building was guarded 24*7. Our hostel guard's name was Bojappa who was stern but helpful. He would remind us whenever we'd forget our ID cards.

Our training batch was allotted single rooms and I still remember the first day that I entered my room. One glance at the room and I felt grateful that all my hard work has finally paid off. 

The room was spacious and had a neatly laid bed with two side tables, a study desk + chair to work on, large TV, and a seating area with 2 chairs and a center table. The room also had a large mirror, few cupboards, a safety locker, a telephone for calling room services, and a kettle.  The bathroom had vanity cabins, a large shower area, and good lighting. 

Looking back, I’d say that the Rs. 3500 rent for this room was one of the best expenses of my life.  

We never really got time to spend in our hostel rooms and finally one weekend, I got some time.

The last few days of the training were quite overwhelming and I was glad that it was weekend time, I could finally get some rest. We were going back to the hostel on a Friday evening.

“Chetan asked me out.”, Myra said. Of course, he did. They spent a lot of time now that they were seated next to each other. Arjun and I exchanged looks.

“What did you say?”, I replied. 

“I don’t know, he seems to be a nice guy beneath all that tough boy facade”, she said.

“And those creepy eyes. I still don’t like the way he looks at you.”, I added. 

“Well, maybe he’s creepy. But he cannot help it, he has large, owl-like eyes. I feel I should give him a chance.”, she replied. 

“So, you’re going out with him?”, I asked.

“Am planning to say yes. He’s become a good friend of mine and I would like to get to know him”, she said.

“Sweeeeeet”, I said, enunciating the e’s. 

Myra then got a call and got busy. We reached the Girls’ hostel by then. “So, this is really happening!”, I started a conversation with Arjun. He was unusually silent the entire time. 

“Good night girls”, he said instead of replying to me and sped away. 

 I realized that it had something to do with Chetan.

Myra and I headed to our hostel rooms. I unlocked my room's door and felt an immediate peace on seeing the tidy room. Of course, the housekeeping staff had cleaned it. Every day, we could come back to immaculate rooms, with the bed done, everything in place and the desk would be stocked with tea, coffee sachets, and milk powder. My favorite part of the hostels was definitely the housekeeping services.

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The next morning, a telephone call awoke me. It was Anusha, who sat next to me in class. She asked if we could meet for breakfast and I told her that we could meet later for lunch.

Myra called within a few minutes and said that she’s meeting Chetan in an hour, “Arjun is not picking my call”, she added.

I sensed something was wrong and assured her that I’ll contact him.

I called him up but he did not take my call. He instead sent me a text saying that he was going out with some guys and would meet me in the evening.

With Myra & Arjun away, I started planning my day. I would have lunch with Anusha, Swathi ( another college mate) and maybe chill in my room for the rest of the day. We went to lunch and met other college mates in the food court. 

“Hey shall we go to the laundromat today evening?”, Anusha asked me after lunch. We decided to meet at about 5 PM and went back to our hostel rooms. I laid down on my cozy bed and watched TV for a while. It felt very peaceful. We all need privacy once in a while. 

At about 5 in the evening, I knocked on Anusha’s room. She came out with her laundry bag.  

“Hey is it okay if Myra doesn’t join us?”, she asked.

“That’s okay. We’ll go next week”, I replied.

“You three seem very close and rather keep to yourself”, she said.

From a third person’s point of view, we did look like a closed group.

“Yes, we are close, we hung out in the same group in college”, I replied.

We reached the laundromat which was about 1 block away from our hostel. It was a large room and had about 100 washer-driers. 

“Woah”, I exclaimed looking at the stack of machines. 

We picked 2 washing machines and dropped our clothes in them. 50 minutes time was displayed on it. 

“Let’s go out for tea? We can come back in 40 minutes.”, I suggested.

We were crossing the road to go to the Oasis food court when we saw Arjun going on a bicycle. 

“Arjun”, I shouted.

He gave a quick glance and sped without responding.

Why was he ignoring us???

- To be continued

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The Infosys, Mysore Diaries: "Dev Square" : #BlogChatterA2Z

Infosys training includes 6 days of induction, 3 months of Generics training, and 3 more months of Stream training. We were just done with our “honeymoon phase” (induction) and gearing up for the Generics training, which focused on the fundamental concepts of Software Development such as C language, Database systems, etc.  

“The upcoming classes need focus and punctuality. Please reach the class early tomorrow.”, Arjun warned us during dinner on Sunday night, the night before the training.

“Are you worried about the two of us or just Priya?”, Myra teased to which Arjun and I glared at her. “You guys hold a record for breaking up after 1 date. Plus, you’re not awkward at all.”, she continued.

Before she could tease us further, we started walking out of the Oasis food court and headed towards the hostel area. Pretending to go out on a date with Arjun in order to plan Myra’s birthday was a bad idea!! After coming back from our “supposed” date, Myra was unbearable. Arjun, who couldn’t stand her teasing anymore, broke out and told her that we are not dating anymore. This led to more teasing and I suspected that it would go on for 2 more weeks, until her birthday. I resolved not to pay any attention to it but get ready for tomorrow’s session.

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The Generics training would take place in GEC - 1 (Global Education Center). We reached the building 20 minutes early and located our classroom. Our classroom was a large circular room with multiple rows of seating and looked like a mini auditorium. A center stage had a mike and a large projector screen.

Arjun was waving to us from the first row. 

“Imagine your luck to be seated in the very first row”, I laughed.

For some reason, Arjun was still pointing us to the first row. We walked towards the first row, my heart skipped a beat. It was my employee id number on the placard.

“Oh, God! First row, first seat”, I said. I looked around, Anusha, our college friend was seated next to me. The entire row was filled with people from our college. We all exchanged hellos.

“I think you are seated in the last row.”, Anusha said to Myra's questioning glance. 

“What!!! Yay!!”, Myra exclaimed and left.

The instructor entered the class at 8.59 AM and quickly introduced the attendance process. It was similar to entering OTP from your personal mobile, but you've to do it from your allotted computer. This system was very clever; there was no scope of marking fake attendance for your friends.  

The instructor then introduced himself and turned on the projector. 

“Excuse me, Sir”, someone said. 

The entire class of 80 students looked at the door. It was Chetan and Suraj! I wanted to turn back and look at Myra but the instructor was right in front of me. 

“Please come back for the next class”, he said. 

“Sir, we had no idea that we’re not allowed into the building without ID cards, we forgot them in our hostel rooms.”, Chetan pleaded.

“Am sorry, come back for the next class. Now, enjoy a nice tea in the food court”, the instructor replied.

“Sorry sir”, they said and continued standing outside the class. 

I felt bad for them. 

The instructor started the class as though nothing happened. He introduced the course and the course agenda. 

“You’ll have a theory, practical sessions and after the course ends, you’ll have to take a test. If your test scores and GPA are not good enough, you’ll be sent home.”, he said. 

There was a collective sigh from the class.

“Dev Square”, he emphasized, “is going to decide the future of your training. It is a tool used for taking tests and will also report your scores. Now, let’s take a sample test.”, he said and came over to my computer.

“Now, what’s your name?”, he asked me.

“Priya”, I replied.

“Okay, Priya, why don’t you open the “Dev Square” application, it should be on your desktop.?”, he said.

“Okay good. Now, select a sample test. Click on “Basics of C”, “easy” level. Enter 5 for the number of questions. “, he directed.

A multiple-choice question was displayed on my screen. 

“Now, enter your answer for it”, he continued. All the trainees around me leaned closer to me. This is why I hated sitting in the first row.

I entered an answer for it. 

“Are you sure?”, he asked me. I nodded and clicked on next.  A true or false question was displayed. This was getting to my nerves. 

Somehow, I finished the rest of the test.  The screen said “Finish and Submit”,

“Now, here comes the fun part.”, the instructor said.

I clicked on the Finish button. “Calculating Scores”, the screen said.

My heart started beating loudly. I could see people from the next 2-3 rows peeping at my screen, some people from the adjacent rows had actually come down to my place.

“80%”, the screen displayed. I just stared, I did not know if this was a good score or not.

“Passed”, the instructor declared. I sighed relief, the rest of the class started talking.

“But one more question and you’d have failed.”, he said. 

I did not respond. The instructor went back to the dais and addressed the class.

“Focus on the course, practice examples and you’ll not have to worry about Dev Square”, he concluded the class. It was break time and people broke into chatter. 

My heart was still beating fast. I hated Dev Square, it looked like a regular application but it definitely brought chills down my spine. I also hated sitting in the first row. To add to this, I saw Chetan and Suraj entering the classroom. I pretended not to look at them. They crossed me and walked towards the end of the class. 

“Are you tensed?”, Anusha asked me.

“Yes, a little”, I replied and turned back to look at Myra, I wanted to go out for a break.

Chetan was seated next to Myra and looked like they were engrossed in a deep conversation !!!

- To be continued

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The Infosys, Mysore Diaries: "Coffee & Crushes" : #BlogChatterA2Z

 Last night was confusing. Why was Chetan so rude to me? Clearly, he despised me as much as I despised him. Pushing away that thought, I looked across the street. Arjun was on a bicycle - red color this time.

“I managed to find a Hero cycle”, he smiled.

“Finally! Let’s hurry up, we've got a long way to go”, Myra said peddling her Ladybird.

The three of us had successfully managed to find bicycles. The cool Mysore breeze felt nice while going down the slope. 

We parked our bicycles near Arena (food court) and headed to Café Coffee Day. 

“Let’s have cold coffee?”, I suggested, scanning the menu.

In the past, we were never interested in coffee and hardly ever explored the various options in Coffee Day.

“Kaapi Nirvana?”, Myra said dubiously. 

“What?  It sounds like a sexual position!”, I replied. We both started guffawing while Arjun looked away pointedly. Arjun was very “decent” like that, he pretended not to listen. 

Myra and I both ordered one Kaapi Nirvana each and Arjun ordered Devil’s Own. There were other interesting drinks such as Frappes and refreshers too.

The cold coffee had the blended taste of coffee and chocolate; the icing on the top was the yummy vanilla ice cream.

“Can’t imagine we were missing out on Kaapi Nirvana all these days”, I winked after a sip.

“Kaapi Nirvana can make even a depressed person happy”, Myra continued in a poetic tone.

Arjun just smiled at our innuendos. Told you, he was “decent”!

“So, how’s it going Arjun?”, I teased.

“Shall we go out this Saturday, Priya? Just the two of us?”, Arjun said.

Myra choked on her Kaapi Nirvana.

 “Wait a second. What ??”, she said to Arjun.

“Yes”, he replied in a casual tone, “Well?”, he said to me.

 I was taken aback. “Let me think about it”, I replied. My answer surprised me.

Myra looked at the two of us incredulously. 

“What?? Have you gone mad?”, she exclaimed.

When neither of us replied, she laughed out aloud. She did not stop smiling for the rest of the evening. 

"Clearly, a lot can happen over coffee", she said in a sing-song voice, quoting the Cafe Coffee Day tagline.

We reached our hostel and I was just about to go into my room when Myra said,

“Priya, what’s happening? Were you serious when you said you’ll think about it?”, she asked.

“It's so sudden”, I replied, “I didn’t know what to say.”

“Well, think about it. Good night.”, she said after a moment. This is something that I love about Myra, she does not hover. While other friends make a big deal about such things, she gives you space when you need it.

The next day passed on quickly with more sessions. The following day was Friday and the last day of ILI training. 

Myra and I were late again and started jogging to our class. Arjun was sending us “hurry up” messages from the class. He was early to classes because he loved the breakfast spread in Arena and never missed it. We, on the other hand, hogged on corn flakes and milk (made from milk powder using a kettle, Infosys did not have kitchens in the residential blocks). 

“Am planning to go out with Arjun, I’ll tell him today”, I said.

She stopped walking. 

“Are you serious?”, she asked. I nodded.

“Are you guys kidding me? We are friends for 4 years. You don’t want to spoil it.”, she said.

“Let’s talk later”, I resumed walking.

I started thinking about it, this was all unexpected. Over the past, I would overthink and magnify every little aspect related to romance or dating. For some reason, I wanted to simplify things. 

We reached class and I waved to Arjun which for some reason annoyed Myra. 

The ILI session finished in a blur. 

We had lunch at the Magna food court with our college group. Myra ignored the two of us and started talking to others. Somehow, this whole thing made things awkward with her and not Arjun. I did not feel a tad uncomfortable with him, nor did he. 

 

On Saturday morning, I knocked on Myra’s room.

“Do I look okay?”, I asked. I wore a cute green top and jeans.

“So, you’re really doing this!”, she said quietly.

“Sorry if this surprised you. I am confused too. But let me give it a try.”, I said, “We’ll be back by evening. You should be okay by yourselves, right?”

“Of course, maybe I’ll say yes to Amit and go out with him. You two have fun”, she winked. Amit as well??? Her fan list was growing at a quick pace.  I sighed and left her room.

Arjun was already waiting for me at the bicycle stand. I increased my pace. 

“You’re late, we were supposed to leave 10 mins back!”, he said impatiently.

“Sorry, I had to manage her.”, I snapped.

“Big Bazaar is always busy, we have to buy so many things for her birthday.”, he said.

“We’ll manage it within time.”, I replied.

So, the cat’s out of the bag! We were just putting an act together for Myra’s birthday which was 2 weeks away. We’d prepared a list of things to gift her for her first birthday away from home. We chose Big bazaar because it was a one-stop for most of our purchases and we did not trust the local stores somehow. There were no malls at that time.

“Let’s walk fast, no cycles again today”, Arjun said. 

 We started jogging, which we were used to these days. We came out of the campus, took an RTC bus to CBS (Central Bus Station), and then took an auto to Big Bazaar. 

Meanwhile, back in her room, Myra was talking to a friend of hers, “Those idiots are planning something for my birthday. Let’s see how far they take it. I’ll also play along.”, she said. 

-- To be continued

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#BlogChatterA2Z: "Bicycles & Bowling Alley": The Infosys, Mysore Diaries

One of the main attractions of the Infosys, Mysore campus is the countless number of bicycles with parking stations located every few meters. Employees can use bicycles at all stations, free of charge.  Finding a bicycle when you really need one is highly impossible. We’d go to any extent for finding one in order to avoid the long walks. 

“Hurry up Priya, we’ve to walk. I don’t see a cycle in view”, Myra said to me.

“Look who found one”, I replied.

Arjun was on a pink Ladybird, looking annoyed. 

“I hate riding this pink bicycle, I wish I could rip off this basket.”, he said, slowing down. Myra and I laughed. Ladybird cycles were always in excess and the boys hated them. 

“At least, you have a bicycle. We’ve to walk for 20 mins. It’s already 8.40, we need to be in class by 9:00”, I said, increasing my pace to a jog.

“Wait, I’ll walk too”, Arjun said and parked his cycle. Another trainee immediately took the cycle and thanked him. 

 “It’s fine, I prefer walking. I feel stupid riding it”, he replied to my glare.

We managed to reach the building where Infosys conducted an induction program. This program lasted for about 6 days, 4 days of which were dedicated to ILI sessions (Infosys Leadership Institute). 

 ILI focuses on group discussions, public speaking, and such. We were divided into different groups in a session; each group was allotted a color and we all got ID tags of that color.  I got an orange tag, so did Myra. Arjun got a green one. 

The ILI sessions passed on quickly, one wouldn’t call them engaging. The interesting aspect of these sessions was meeting people from all over India. I did not travel much before and it was nice to interact with people from the farther end of our country, say, Punjab. Also, we got to hang out with people from our own college. On the whole, there were about 25 trainees from my college and we all had lunch together every day. Obviously, ours was a very noisy table.

“Shall we go to the bowling alley tonight?”, Manish, one of our college mates suggested one day. 

“Does the campus have a bowling alley as well? ", someone replied. I was surprised too.

“Yes, it does and the alley is quite crowded. Let’s make the best out of our free evenings before we run out of these Honeymoon days.  How about we go today? “, Manish suggested. 

It was not a bad idea. We decided to meet at Multiplex, a dome-shaped building which I’ll talk about in one of my future blogs. The three of us, along with some of our friends from the same hostel started together and met everybody else at Multiplex. There was an amazing swimming pool behind the multiplex. We crossed it, entered an adjoining building, which was buzzing with noise. 

“The gym is also here”, Manish said, he was leading us and took us into a large room. 

The bowling alley was not very big like the food courts but it had about 10 bowling lanes. There were screens for reporting scores and a seating area. 

We booked 3 lanes and were surprised with the reasonable pricing. With just the 12 of us in the hall and all the empty space, we started having a good time when suddenly called loudly, 

“Myra”…..

We turned around. It was Chetan, followed by his friend, Suraj. Myra and I looked at each other.

“Can we join you guys for a game?”, he addressed Myra. He had the same intense gaze while looking at her. 

“Maybe another time, we are here with our college friends”, she replied.

“Okay, another time then.”, he said and sat down on one of the sofas. “Please carry on”, he added.

Our college friends enquired about him, but we did not disclose much. We continued playing but something did not feel right and I turned back to look at Chetan. He was staring at us but then caught my eye and smiled at me as if saying, “mind your business”. I immediately turned away; I wanted him to leave.

It started getting busy in the alley and we decided to leave. We were picking our belongings when Chetan started walking towards me, instead of Myra.  He stopped in front of me and leered, “See you soon” and left without saying another word.

Arjun and Myra were furious. I was speechless. What was his problem???

 -- To be continued

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Infosys, Mysore - "A" - Arena

Here's my first post in the #BlogchatterA2Z challenge. 

Please read my theme reveal post before reading the blog:

https://padminichilappagari.blogspot.com/2021/04/blogchattera2z-a2z-blogging-challenge.html

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“Let’s go to Arena?”, Myra asked. 

“What is that?”, I replied. 

“You’ll see”, she said.

Arenas, in general, remind us of big gatherings and I expected it to be a cricket ground. 

By the way, let me introduce myself. I am Priya and I am a trainee at Infosys, Mysore. For all the college hires of Infosys, it is mandatory to be trained at Mysore for a few months before being posted at a job location. Working for Infosys has always been my dream and it was even more special to have my two close friends from college, Myra & Arjun by my side. 

Okay, where were we? Aaah, yes. It was our first day on campus. We had just checked in to our allotted rooms in hostels and wanted to explore the area, maybe get some lunch. We started from our buildings and were almost panting by the time we reached the cricket ground (supposedly, Arena) that was 30 mins away.  

“Wow, Arena looks great”, I said looking at the cricket ground. 

Arjun shook his head and pointed me to a huge building. 

“OMG, what’s this place !! ”, I said, entering the building. The sheer size of the hall inside the building was intimidating.

“Arena’s a multilevel food court”, Arjun replied. 

True to his word, Arena was an open food court that could seat over 1000 people at a time and had many food stalls. I spotted Cafe Coffee Day right away. Options for breakfast, lunch, dessert, juice, tea, coffee were umpteen; you name it, you’d find it. Now, we were posed with a problem - Where do we start? What would you choose to eat in such a place!

“Biryani is supposedly popular here”, Myra helped.

“Okay, let’s have Biryani then”. 

We picked our order and chose a place overviewing the amphitheater. The biryani was indeed good, but it was not the food we were interested in. We couldn’t stop gaping at our surroundings - we could see the cricket ground as well. Arena was located cleverly between the ground and the magnificent amphitheater which made it an ideal location to hang out after a match or concert. With perfect ventilation, a nice view, and a sparse crowd, we were completely amazed by this place. Arjun was also pleased with the beautiful women around us and for a short while, he became the human version of a table fan, on swing mode. 

"Hey, there”, someone called. I looked away from “Juice Junction”. Two strangers were at our table. They introduced themselves as Chetan and Suraj. The guy named Chetan, specifically asked Myra: “We are in the same induction class as you three. Today, there’s a concert in the amphitheater. Care to join us? “, he said, pointing at the amphitheater. 

I was not surprised by this invitation, Myra got asked out a lot. I turned around to get a better look at Chetan - you could call him handsome but he had a steady gaze that made me uncomfortable. I immediately looked at Arjun who confirmed this. 

“Sorry, we have plans”, Myra said instantly. She must have felt it too.

“Come on, you’ll miss the concert, we don’t have another one in weeks. ”, he persisted. 

We politely refused and before they got chairs to join us at the table, we took our leave. 

“Too bad that we had to leave soon, I wanted to try the Juice Junction.”, I said.

“We have 6 more months to explore this place. Moreover, we don’t want to go to concerts with complete strangers on our very first day here”, Myra said, to which we agreed and started walking back. I suddenly had an inkling and looked back. Chetan was staring at us from the first floor of Arena. His expression was very intense and he had the same steady gaze as before. I increased my pace and did not turn back….

--To be continued

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