Observing a classmate

My friend, I find him a weird character. Too much of a genius, always engrossed in science, but not a nerd. He just hates reading novels. He finds novels “bullshit” (I feel like slaughtering him whenever he says that). He has this habit of clicking random photos while walking. But not of himself or the people who are accompanying him, if any. Of random objects, whatever ‘fascinates’ him. I had no idea of this hobby of his until recently, when we went out for career counselling. The venue was about 2kms from college. And he wanted to walk. I was … Continue reading Observing a classmate