One April Thursday

Today morning I chose to wake up late. It’s because I was tired. Being tired is now becoming a regular thing. Although apart from how mentally and physically exhausting some things have been in the past few days, I liked this morning. It was slow. I woke up 20 mins late from my alarm time. I thought, what’s the most problematic situation I could put myself into if I got late? No answer seemed to scare me enough, so I devoured myself to another 20 mins of sleep. 

The night before, my roommate, Hitanshi, and I talked about the guys in our life. I chattered that he noticed my small details and gifted me ramen noodles on my birthday once. I talked about how he had planned to present me with pink tulips since I find them extremely attractive. I happened to talk about how he gifted me a pair of peacock jhumkhas on his NSS camp trip to somewhere I don’t remember. Initially, I refused to accept the jhumkhas because they felt too much and, frankly, a gesture of affection and fondness. But he tricked me into receiving them by some swap; I don’t remember. My roommate told me to wear a kurta in the morning. So we decided on my outfit at midnight. I opened my rather neatly kept closet and chucked out hangers with various colors and patterns of kurtas. We decided on a brown kurta with a simple design in shades of white and beige. 

I woke up this morning with a clear mind, an outfit ready to wear, and a heavy air to breathe in. I woke up this morning at a slow pace but to an atmosphere with severe tension. I still need to answer the questions behind this tension. 

I got late for my class; I was late by 30 minutes. I called my friend to inform her that I could not make it to class today because I decided to wake up late. 

I went to my 2nd favorite place on campus to sit. I picked up the book “The Namesake” to read. It is one of those books which grab my attention. I enjoy the writing style of the author. Approximately 15 minutes I had passed. I read the book silently, with my legs folded, hair falling over my face, some mosquitoes hovering around, and people going and coming to class. As the clock hit 10:30 am, the place became rather crowded. Classes got over; people were commuting from one type to another, and students chatted around and maybe bought a coffee from the cafe. A trio of students was standing very close to where I was sitting. A girl and two boys; the girl soon left after a small talk about attendance, but the two boys leaned over a pillar and chatted. They chatted a little too loud to disturb my slow morning reading session. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on their conversation. I heard them talk about birthdays. This seemed a  very unusual conversation topic for guys to dish on thoughts. They noticed me getting disturbed, so they spoke a little low. I thought to myself, "Why don’t they leave?" But then I thought even I could go. So I got up, picked up my tote bag, and sat near the crowd.

The chatter broke my reading session. I felt a little frustrated. The book was going on beautifully. I closed the book and texted my friend about the following lecture. Soon after, I saw her walking toward me, so I joined her, and we both went to class.