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 ## This is my first short story which I had written as a undergraduate
+
+The fan was swinging to its full extent, when Heinrich Wilmut and Abhinash
+Borah sharing one cigarette in their University hostel, Heinrich breached on the
+topic of the most attractive girl of their class saying “Where is Subasna from?” 
+mispronouncing her name(“Xubaxhona”) every time in his Austro-German accent.
+Abhinash replied curtly, “Diphu”. Heinrich took the last puff and discarded the 
+remains in the makeshift ashtray of an old cup, and said thoughtfully, “I must meet
+her”.
+
+Much to his class-friends’ astonishments, Heinrich was a carefree guy, roaming
+around the streets of Tezpur all alone bargaining with the vendors of Chowk
+Bazaar. Yes! It was not even a month he had landed in Indian soil from Austria, he
+learned the art of bargaining even though the language barrier was there, and hand
+gestures were enough for them to strike a deal. And on these Sunday outings, he
+always used to go to Ganesh Ghat after shopping for retreat every time using
+Navigation app to locate it.
+
+It was only about a few weeks in the university, he already felt homesick and was
+longing back to go back Graz, his hometown. He was on a foreign exchange
+program to the university. He took a flight from Graz to London, and then from
+London to New Delhi and from New Delhi to Tezpur by train. It really was an
+excruciating journey; he never had travelled so far in his 24 years of life.
+
+He didn’t strike any considerable friendship with anyone leaving his roommate
+though he was always busy with his fanatic computer games. One day when he and
+Abhinash were in their room after dinner, Heinrich said, “I want to make friends
+with Subasna, I like the way she does her hairs but every time I try to greet her to
+have a small chat, she finds some excuse or other to abandon it”. Abhinash was
+well aware of the culture of that part of the world from where Heinrich belonged
+and was also aware that he knew nothing of Indian or Assamese culture. Abhinash
+was quite sure of the fact that much of Heinrich’s assumptions of India and Assam
+were based on few Bollywood movies he had watched back in Graz. Abhinash
+tried to console him by saying that “This is India man! Moreover this is Assam!
+Here people of opposite genders do not socialize that often unless they’re married
+or in some way related to one other. Let’s hope she runs out of excuses and spend
+some time with you”.
+
+The very next day in class, Heinrich tried stealing glances of Xubaxhona and was
+making keen observations of her outline. She was dripped in sweat, which he
+found to be ecstatic. Her long hairs which were wet, as she didn’t get time to dry
+them before class, did the magic spell to him. Her small eyes with lesser eyebrows
+unlike most of Indian girl were pleasing him. She had resemblance to women he
+had seen in Chinese or Thai movies. It seemed as if his fantasies were coming true.
+This Mongoloid girl was driving him crazy. Her name and address reeled through
+brain throughout the evening, “Xubaxhona Sonowal from Diphu, Karbi Anglong”
+
+Later that evening, he confessed to his roommate “I want to hold her and keep her
+tight by my chest”. To which his friend revolted, “Do you have any idea what you
+are saying? It is not possible! Why are you thinking to bring troubles to her and
+yourself? She’s a decent girl and hails from a very decent family”. Heinrich
+replied, “So what? No one ought to stop their inhibitions. I must confess my
+desires to her!” Abhinash unable to persuade his friend mildly protested, “This is
+Assam not Austria”.
+
+The next morning when Heinrich reached class late due to a hangover as he had
+more beers than his usual quota, he found that most of them were gone. However
+to his delight he saw Xubaxhona in much beautiful attire than usual, was coming
+towards him. He greeted her “Hey, Subasna how’re you doing? It’s great to see
+you, you seem hardly finding any time to have a chat with me”. She said that she
+was waiting for him and inquired about what had obsessed him to come late. They
+both had a lovely time talking with each other and laughing at each other’s jokes.
+
+Later in the evening, when both Abhinash and Heinrich retired to their room,
+Abhinash inquired about the piece of thread in Heinrich’s hand to which Heinrich
+showed off to him saying that “See this is what Subasna gave me today, she tied
+onto my hands! We both had a lovely time together. I felt like suddenly I had
+friend-zoned her”. After listening to Heinrich’s exploits of the day, Abhinash
+explained to him that it was the very day of Rakhi Purnima and the event being
+called Raksha Bandhan when a sister ties rakhi to her brother, eventually the
+brother promising to protect her. Slowly when the real part of the story dawned
+upon both of them, they both started laughing to their heart’s content. Heinrich felt
+as a brother he ought to protect her by holding her near to his chest.