Omaram: the Over-thinker

Read chapter 2 here.

 CH-3

It has been a week since college started, and still it was extremely difficult for Omaram to start a conversation with anyone.

"So 1 week has passed, and you're still sitting alone?"

"Yes. Maybe it's because I'm an introvert?"

"OK. Introverts don't go to everyone and say that they're introverts"

"I'm afraid they think I'm weird?"

"Yes you are! You're talking to yourself!"

"OK bye"

He needed something to talk about. Similar interests maybe.

"You don't listen to English songs. So can't talk about that"

"You again!"

"And you really don't know what football is"

"Stop it"

"And you've never watched a tamil movie"

He couldn't agree more. He just had a lecture about how language barriers affect communication. And he was sitting in the corner, nodding, a living example. His last few attempts to start any sort of conversations ended up, not just in awkward silences, but in embarrassing ones.

"Let's just go and talk"

"Not now, there are too many people around"

"They are around everytime"

"OK. Screw this. I'll go and talk"

"OK. Your zipper is open. No it's not. Just kidding. Go!"

And just when he stood up and said a hi, he realized he didn't know any language.

"What should I speakkk"

"Just ask his name"

"In which language!"

"Any language!"

"But I don't know any"

"Which language are you thinking in!"

"I don't know! Should I try morse code?"

"You'll die alone"

And by the time he realized he was talking to himself in his mind again, awkward silence set in. He completely forgot a human being was standing near him. Maybe that human being even asked something. But as usual he screwed it up. New people were like the yellow light in the traffic signal. He preferred to avoid them. But at the same time being alone didn't suit him. And he really couldn't spend the entire two years of his college life talking to himself in the corner. He had to find something common to start a conversation.

With a empty mind and empty stomach. He decided to give importance to his priorities. Food. And as soon as he opened his tiffin a voice came from the other side of the classroom.

"Are those chapatis? I love them!"

Tables were joined. Food came to the rescue.

Life gave him a smile.