After several attempts of pressing the snooze button of my cell phone which showed that it had been 5 minutes 'again' already since I pressed it the last time, I finally use to wake up. Rushing through the early morning chores, forcing my foot into the canvas shoes, hurriedly picking up the 3.5kg laptop contained bag I use to rush down the street towards the railway station and my phone use to beep in a manner that sounded different, rather euphonious. Like every beautiful morning, it use to be her message which read," Whr u". I still don't know if she used to be that lazy to type the whole "Where are you" or she liked being terse in mornings. I never asked, and now I don't think it matters anymore. " I am late, lemme kno wen the lect starts" I use to reply. With twenty mins to go, I used to be at Bandra railway station, late again and again and again, for the 8'o clock lecture.
It was the time when everything used to be glorious. There used to be that fragrance in that morning freshness, and the charm in the air that used to tell me that someones there in that lecture who is waiting for me to arrive. And it felt good that I had a reason to reach early, though I am habitual getting late. It gave me a sense of feeling that cannot be expressed in words that I don't need to note down everything that is taught in the class, and I can afford to miss a concept that the professor is throwing at us and sneak a doze, and that was because I knew that she was there sitting next to me, that even if I miss, she'll hit. There used to be that tacit assurance that "You won't get drowned, I am your life jacket" I loved fooling around when she used to be by my side. The trust that I had in her, though unsaid, I felt it was rock solid. But mere trust in the person isn't enough, there is more than one dimension to everything that exists, and destiny is something that works on a no-dimension basis.
Today the time has changed. Everything is different. There is no more fragrance in the morning freshness, and the air has no charm to offer. The cell phone is having a wonderful sleep in the morning without bothering to beep euphoniously and there is absolutely no one who awaits my presence in the lecture room.
One thing hasn't changed, and would never change, and that is
..the 8'o clock lecture !
..the 8'o clock lecture !
