Hello! I am Dev, a science teacher – and mostly, a dreamer.
Ms. Kaya… well, she's not just any teacher. She's calm, soft-spoken, and carries a beauty that makes time slow down. She's sizzling, hot, and stunning in a way that leaves everyone—students and staff alike—speechless. A miracle wrapped in a black saree.
Yes, I fell for her. Just like everyone else. But for me, it felt different—like the universe paused every time she was near.
Whenever she entered the class, my words would vanish. I couldn't speak. I'd simply pick up my books and leave, too overwhelmed by the storm in my chest. What was happening to me?
She was 40 then, and I... I never felt the age gap. She still made my heart flutter like I was a teenager. Now she's 41, and still, I can't help but notice her—when she walks into the class, through the corridors, in the examination hall, in the library, in the staff room. She's always there… like a heartbeat.
And then one day, something changed.
The weather felt different. The air carried a sweet fragrance. The school seemed more alive, as if nature itself was cheering me on.
She called my name.
She knows my name.
That alone felt like magic. But it was also terrifying. Why was she calling me?
Heart pounding, I walked into the staff room.
It was empty—except for her.
There she stood, radiant in a black saree with a deep-neck blouse. Time stopped. I had to stop myself from pinching my own arm to check if I was dreaming.
Then she spoke, her voice like a melody.
"Hello, Dev. How are you?"
I stared, frozen.
She smiled gently and said again, "Hey Dev."
Her voice melted into my ears, sweet and soft. I couldn't speak. My mouth felt glued shut.
Again, she asked, concern in her voice, "Dev, are you okay?"
With all the courage I could muster, I whispered,
"Hello."