letter-writing period!

It was Ruma Mam’s chemistry class.
There were altogether thirty students present---all crowding the last benches of the room..!
“What is the matter?....why don’t you all come and sit in the front??”
“No! Mam!...we are fine…..you teach na….we are cool..” Man ! We never found ourselves stammering in front of this teacher…& she was too dear to scold us ! ! !
Ruma Mam was a topic of discussion ! Her brown maggie curls tossing every now and then...and her typical monotonous tone….it had something that we had to talk about ! !

We were just busy gossiping ! Suddenly we found Mahi hovering over her desk…doing something with utmost concentration !
“Hey! what’s she doing??” Anu whispered !
“Writing L3 to Arun, of course ! !” well…L3 – i.e Long Love Letters !
Ruma Mam’s class was always Mahi’s letter writing class ! ! She would take out her copy, stare distantly at the white–board , her eyes clam …and would think about how to start her letter !

“Class is going on ! Rain is pouring down ! Mam is teaching know not what ! The white-board sucks ! The marker pens doesn’t work ! ………….” And Mahi’s romantic letter like this, would go on & on ! !
We would read that peeping from here and there ! And would pull her leg… “jiyo Mahi ! ..Would be poet, ha? ! …hey! that great grand-child has been an inspiration…na?!...”
And you could see Mahi going red with anger and embarrassment at the same time ! !