Book in hand, I sit in train, thinking ‘bytes’,
A cutie, known face , gets in to sit by
And asks what exam I was going to write
‘Signaling Systems, real tough’, I reply…
Was such a joy talking, didn’t know why.
‘Wish you luck in getting the signals right’
Her parting shot, as she effusively says bye.
In the exam hall, found the questions tight,
To the job on hand the mind won’t apply
Decoding her signals as they sped by.