She stood out, she was unique and the only one who earned that respectful adoration ever taught in our school. And she spoke, she walked, she adjusted the rim of her glasses, so fine and delicate that the skin of one’s teeth slipped over into the mouth. Desi chut Every time, she faced the class, I tried to read her face and was hoping that she would excuse herself from the class for a while and push the strap back into its original place thereby attainting ordered symmetry. She was an oasis of desire, a sand dune of elegance, a prima Dona, and the Greek goddess. When she talked, everybody listened, when she walked, everybody gaped at her, when she paused all the eye lids paused as if earth paused at once in its orbit, when she turned her back, everyone frothed and gulped the spit back into their throats.
