Life's like that...
I stood by the window, staring at the raindrops lashing heavily on the window panes. It was very dark outside; I could only make out the outlines of the trees, by the side of the room I was standing in. I looked around, realizing that I had never been to this place before. Yet the place had a sense of familiarity to me. It was calm and serene, mystical, a sweet fragrance emanating from the air. The room was lit by a candle, cradled in the most beautiful candle stand I have ever come across. There was nothing else in the whole room, except for a marvelous painting hung on the wall. I began wondering how I came to be in this room, away from the mad, busy world I inhabited till some time ago. It was somewhat vague that I could not recollect how I arrived at that blissful place, nevertheless a strong sense of adventure overcame my perplexity, and I decided to confront my fears and explore the place.
I walked out of the room to discover a huge door that led to the outside world. I gave it a gentle push and moved out into the open air. It was raining quite heavily now. I walked on, glad that my mother was not around, lest I would get scolded at, for running about in the rain. I heard my name being called out. I turned around in bewilderment to face the biggest astonishment of my life.
There he was, the tall, handsome young man beaming at me. I looked around again to see if there was anyone hiding from view behind the tall trees. There was nobody as far as I could see. That meant I was alone with the man of my dreams on this heavenly abode. He stood there with his arms outstretched, smiling as always, beckoning me to come closer to him. I walked towards him with trembling legs, not quite comprehending what was happening. As I was approaching him, a strange mechanical, whirring sound caught my ear. I ignored it, yet it continued to bother me. It was growing louder and louder, the same repetitive, discontinuous sound. I knew this sound, it was the noise I detested the most in life.
It was the alarm clock buzzing through the silent, dark morning. I made helpless attempts at opening my eyes and groped the atrocious instrument with my hands. It had become a habit now. I had acquired the skill of shutting the damned thing down with my eyes closed. I rubbed my eyes open, managing to sit up at the same time. I saw the time – it was 4.00 am. I then remembered the commitment I had made to myself the previous night. I had almost dozed on my subject textbook, when I managed to convince myself that it was wise to sleep over it and wake up early next morning to complete the said task. I cursed myself for making such stupid promises to myself. It was cold and I had a strong temptation to pull the blanket over my head and sleep. It was a promise I had made to myself after all, who would come to know about it? It was not something that would be printed in the newspaper the next day. I yielded to it, I was snoring in no time.
I was awoken abruptly by my mother’s loud voice. I saw the time again, this time it was 6.30 am. If I wouldn’t get up now, I would be late for class. I had to attend a lecture at 8.00 am. I got up, cursing the college management for conducting classes at this unearthly hour, hoping as always that I wouldn’t be the only moron attending the lecture. I ran through the usual routine activities, thinking all along about my incredible dream. I gobbled up breakfast as ma scolded me for not chewing the food properly. Who cares, I thought and rushed down the stairs, barely managing to avoid hitting the railing, landing on my feet with a thud. I ran toward the bus stop and waited there for the bus to come. The lady walking across the road to the shop that sold milk stared at me as usual. What is her problem in life I wondered, as I boarded the bus. I love the morning ride to college, because I always manage to get a seat, and the slow speed at which the bus goes, gives me all the time in the world to think over my feelings.
I got down from the bus at the stop near college. It was raining again. A few my friends joined me with sleepy eyes. I was glad I was not alone in the whole class. As we noisily walked up towards the lecture hall I saw someone waving at me- it was the guy in my dream. My heart skipped a beat. I waved back at him, smiling to myself; little did he know what he was doing in my dreams. He came towards me with a smile flashing across his face and asked me politely, “can I borrow your umbrella for a while?” I let out a deep sigh, handing over my umbrella to him. Life’s like that, I thought.
I walked out of the room to discover a huge door that led to the outside world. I gave it a gentle push and moved out into the open air. It was raining quite heavily now. I walked on, glad that my mother was not around, lest I would get scolded at, for running about in the rain. I heard my name being called out. I turned around in bewilderment to face the biggest astonishment of my life.
There he was, the tall, handsome young man beaming at me. I looked around again to see if there was anyone hiding from view behind the tall trees. There was nobody as far as I could see. That meant I was alone with the man of my dreams on this heavenly abode. He stood there with his arms outstretched, smiling as always, beckoning me to come closer to him. I walked towards him with trembling legs, not quite comprehending what was happening. As I was approaching him, a strange mechanical, whirring sound caught my ear. I ignored it, yet it continued to bother me. It was growing louder and louder, the same repetitive, discontinuous sound. I knew this sound, it was the noise I detested the most in life.
It was the alarm clock buzzing through the silent, dark morning. I made helpless attempts at opening my eyes and groped the atrocious instrument with my hands. It had become a habit now. I had acquired the skill of shutting the damned thing down with my eyes closed. I rubbed my eyes open, managing to sit up at the same time. I saw the time – it was 4.00 am. I then remembered the commitment I had made to myself the previous night. I had almost dozed on my subject textbook, when I managed to convince myself that it was wise to sleep over it and wake up early next morning to complete the said task. I cursed myself for making such stupid promises to myself. It was cold and I had a strong temptation to pull the blanket over my head and sleep. It was a promise I had made to myself after all, who would come to know about it? It was not something that would be printed in the newspaper the next day. I yielded to it, I was snoring in no time.
I was awoken abruptly by my mother’s loud voice. I saw the time again, this time it was 6.30 am. If I wouldn’t get up now, I would be late for class. I had to attend a lecture at 8.00 am. I got up, cursing the college management for conducting classes at this unearthly hour, hoping as always that I wouldn’t be the only moron attending the lecture. I ran through the usual routine activities, thinking all along about my incredible dream. I gobbled up breakfast as ma scolded me for not chewing the food properly. Who cares, I thought and rushed down the stairs, barely managing to avoid hitting the railing, landing on my feet with a thud. I ran toward the bus stop and waited there for the bus to come. The lady walking across the road to the shop that sold milk stared at me as usual. What is her problem in life I wondered, as I boarded the bus. I love the morning ride to college, because I always manage to get a seat, and the slow speed at which the bus goes, gives me all the time in the world to think over my feelings.
I got down from the bus at the stop near college. It was raining again. A few my friends joined me with sleepy eyes. I was glad I was not alone in the whole class. As we noisily walked up towards the lecture hall I saw someone waving at me- it was the guy in my dream. My heart skipped a beat. I waved back at him, smiling to myself; little did he know what he was doing in my dreams. He came towards me with a smile flashing across his face and asked me politely, “can I borrow your umbrella for a while?” I let out a deep sigh, handing over my umbrella to him. Life’s like that, I thought.
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