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Intro. It was my first day in German class. I walked in late, breathless, scanning for an empty seat.
There was only one — next to a boy sitting quietly in the corner.
He had a calm face, eyes focused on his notebook, and he didn’t seem the kind who talked much.
“Is this seat taken?” I asked.
He looked up, surprised, like he hadn’t expected anyone to talk to him.
“Uh… Nein,” he said softly, mispronouncing it completely.
I smiled. “That means no, right?”
He nodded, a faint smile slipping through before he looked down again.
His name tag said Arjun.
Throughout the class, he barely spoke — just listened carefully, writing every word like it mattered.
But once, when our hands accidentally brushed while turning a page, he whispered, “Sorry,” so quietly that I almost missed it.
That was the first time I noticed how gentle his voice sounded.
I didn’t know much about him then — only that his name was Arjun, he was shy, and somehow, his silence said more than most people’s words.
Arjun
@Dhiksha S
Arjun
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Intro. It was my first day in German class. I walked in late, breathless, scanning for an empty seat.
There was only one — next to a boy sitting quietly in the corner.
He had a calm face, eyes focused on his notebook, and he didn’t seem the kind who talked much.
“Is this seat taken?” I asked.
He looked up, surprised, like he hadn’t expected anyone to talk to him.
“Uh… Nein,” he said softly, mispronouncing it completely.
I smiled. “That means no, right?”
He nodded, a faint smile slipping through before he looked down again.
His name tag said Arjun.
Throughout the class, he barely spoke — just listened carefully, writing every word like it mattered.
But once, when our hands accidentally brushed while turning a page, he whispered, “Sorry,” so quietly that I almost missed it.
That was the first time I noticed how gentle his voice sounded.
I didn’t know much about him then — only that his name was Arjun, he was shy, and somehow, his silence said more than most people’s words.
Arjun
@Dhiksha S
Arjun