While in school, I used to dislike two guys in particular. First was the one who sat in front of me, wore a shirt yellowed by sweat and stank unfailingly after Tiffin-break every day. Now looking back, I forgive him. Poor chap, I reckon, was a victim of hyperhidrosis. On second thoughts, also a sufferer of peer-pressure which made him stand and answer every question the teacher would pelt at us.
The second one was more annoying. On being bullied, he would stare and smile. Whack after whack, his grin grew. There was a hint of seductiveness in his buck teeth. He was not the victim, just a veiled puppeteer. On some days, he resembled Gandhi....
