M Y L O C K E R , Y O U A R E A
J O K E R.

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SHARING IS CARING.

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R A G I N I

I, agree I am not an A+ student, but that doesn't mean, that being called to the principal's cabin was, my hobby or habit or a regular task. But now, currently here I was standing, in front of Mr.Shukla; our principal along with three new unknown- known students. Theoretically, I was here to help them.

Literally, I was here to help them.

"Ragini, as you know today is the first day of our third year of Engineering. There were seven new entries in our college out of which the first four early arrivers were provided with their own lockers and were nicely helped by the other good students. Now, these three were late and hence missed the chance of owning their own lockers." He elaborated rubbing his hands and glaring at those students.

"Okay, so why I am here; though?" I asked trying to be polite.

"First let me introduce them to you and then I'll explain. Ragini, here on your right is Aaryan Roy, on your left is Sanskaar. K and on my right is Laksh Singh. And now the reason why you are called here, its because I needed your help," he said nodding his head slowly waiting for my answer.

"Help?"

"Yes, I wanted you to share a locker with one of them as we have only one spare locker now which will be shared by other two,"

"But why my locker, any other person, a boy can share with them right?"

"This is because as you are already aware of our one student one locker policy, no boy will be ready to do that," he mutters the last part under his breath.

"Yet, still why me out of all the hundred of students?" I asked thoroughly confused.

Why was I given this oh not so precious work to share my oh so yes precious locker!

"That's because you are the only girl who hasn't stocked her locker with piles of makeup or clothes. Moreover you don't even keep your books there. I very well know that you like keeping your books at your home. So I certainly assume that your locker is empty," He completed grinning.

Why does this man stalk me so much?

"It is not sir. I can't share my locker. It is already full," I tried to reason.

"If not books and makeup and clothes. Can I ask you with what?"

"I don't know maybe, ropes? Torches? Batteries?..." I listed shifting my eyes inwards as I thought about my locker.

"Then I fear, Ragini I can't help it. You have to share your locker. Now, the question is with whom?" He said without waiting for my answer.

This is what happens when your Principal is your uncle. He might have already disscused this with ma.

Why!?

"Oh so this is what is asked to me?" I murmered.

"Did you say something?" He asked grinning.

He knew I had no say in this.

He would defintely ask me to share the locker with Sanskaar.

Save me lord.

"Nothing," I said with a fake smile.

"Sir, I don't mind sharing my locker with her," I heard a familiar voice.

Sanskaar.

Obviously. As expected.

"Oh is it then.." Mr. Shukla was cut in his oh so not soothing decision.

"I don't mind either," This time an unfamiliar voice spoke. Aaryan did.

"Ohkay, now as we have two candidates. Being a generous and a just judge I finalize that the Ragini's locker will be shared by you Laksh. While Aaryan and Sanskaar will share another. Now shoo. Don't waste my time. I have things to do," he said shooing us away.

"But..-" The last person finally spoke and interestingly it belonged to that awfully observer yet guilty person who had wasted the ten precious minutes of my life on Saturday discussing about my great skills, and yes his fault. Laksh Singh.

The guilty. Yet observer.

"Leave," Mr. Shukla announced as if giving his judgment on a murder case. Seriously?

We all exited at once not needing another moment of brain explosion.

"So, you are in third year as well?" The guilty one asked who was now my locker partner.

Can this day get any worse?

"No, I sell sandwiches there in the canteen with ketchup and, our oh so gracious college has allotted me a locker for my oh so great services." I rolled my eyes and continued walking in front of him.

"Calm down, I just asked a simple yes or no question." He retorted back.

I huffed.

"Okay Gini,"

"Its Ragini!!" I claimed.

"Ragini, Ginni one and a same thing. I feel the name Ragini to be very uncommon."

"I feel proud. I would appreciate if you stick to my original name," I said.

I love my name! I can't stand anyone spoiling it.

"I can, but Ragini is way to big and hard to pronounce. Gini is perfect for a girl like you."

"And why?"

"Because Ragini means melody, related to it and hearing your sarcastic voice I wouldn't want to spoil such a good name where as Gini means in economics means to measure varuations, and meeting you, you have a lot of variations Miss Gini. And also frankly after our encounter I have strong feeling that the top floor of you short building is empty," he said while rolling his eyes.

"Ohkay. For a ninteen year you pretty much have a great knowledge about names and you very well know to use it, though it is not what matters to me, for now. What matters to me is that you, Laksh are going to share my locker and I hate when people peek or look into my things and here I have to share my bloody locker with you. Yet, I will, because of the principal, but for that you have some rules to follow. I ain't going to hear a yes or no. you have to follow them, that's it,"

So yes,

firstly you aren't going to touch my things.

Secondly, stick to your own space.

And thirdly, don't ever question me about my things.

Now you are RAGINI PROOF. So now lets head to the hell."

"Ragini Proof, interesting. Lets go to hell. I am so excited," He faked a squeal.

"My locker number is 007,"

"Our. Woah, that's a number,"

"I asked for a personalized one," I stated.

Heading towards my locker, I had a jittery sensation. Something telling me RG its not what you think. Its just not as simple as hiding you 'fake cool helpful lovable identity' its more.

Un- knowingly I was being pushed. Not of a cliff, you silly. Into the depth of the ever intriguing, hook[able], enigmatic something. Yes something, and this some thing was definitely not a some, it was big, bigger and biggest.

And mainly, I didn't know it.

"Gini, you spaced out. Okay so here we are. You do have a small locker compared to others. What is the code?"

"I aint telling you, that,"

"But.."

"Instead we will make a new code. I can't let find my secret code. So that's the only option."

"Fair enough. But what?"

"The passcode needs to have six figures. So first three mine and the last three yours,"

"I might keep it 234."

"Your birthdate? So if its about dates then mine will be 210"

"Your birthdate?" He asked.

"Nah. So shall we open it,"

"Strange," He whisphered. " Yes,"

And keeping a huge stone on my chest. I opened it. It was half full. Ha ha, Shukla I was right. There was a huge pool of batteries, torches and ropes and yes, pepper sprays.

"Oh good lord, instead of books you have these here. Back there I really thought you were lying to get saved from sharing but now this," he chuckled.

"I don't lie. And yes I have these. Now lets divide the space,"

"Why these?"

" Oh, sorry I didn't hear Mr. Shukla stating that you are my body guard, or neither am I yours so shut up and make space for your things. We don't have the whole day,"

"Yet out of curiousity why would a ninteen year will have these. In the colleg locker," he curiously asked.

"Laksh, For the last time. Its my locker," I turned on my heels moving away when he shouted.

"Everybody does. Everybody lies. For good or worse. They do,"

"You know what, it was my locker and you, are really a joker," I faked a laugh and ran.

From the truth.

Again.

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THE LOCKER CODE FINALLY IS 210234.

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