Mundane life of a soliloquist

The door was far flung open, it was waving at me. Although I tried my best staying away from it, there was some urge in me to experience it! Reluctantly I entered the great temple of Solitude, where a man abdicates all the fears & worries. I felt like I was floating in the thin air, about to take off for a journey beyond the realms of my imagination. I was experiencing the bliss that the almighty could have bestowed on its VVIP devotees, the bliss of ignorance & innocence. Is this what it is like in heaven? I know this couldn’t last long…

A small tap on my arm by a close friend of mine woke me up. I was back from my heavenly blissful state; here I was attending class on Sunday, 9 Am to 6 Pm nothing short of epic marathon. Small glance at my watch, it was 3.33 Pm although I don’t believe in numerology but looked like number 3 was playing a game on me! Even watch looked like it was on slow motion like me after a heavy lunch. I was not to be blamed, for a change the hostel mess had prepared GOOD food, believe me it’s a rarity. My brain was telling not have more rotis but heart was telling me “Idiot you rarely get good food in the hostel mess, offer lasts only till the stock last”. Needless to say my heart had a thumping victory against the evil intentions of my brain. Here I was stomach full, lumbering to the class. Finally to add icing on the cake, my regular place below the fan, in the fifth line of middle row was waiting for me.

Normally 9 Am to noon is not a problem at all; I can say it’s a cake walk. But then on every minute looks like an aeon, seconds start playing games with your head. Faculty was a good one no doubt, but my thoughts were drifting somewhere else. To maintain the decorum of the class, a manual smile and a gentle nod of head once in a while was my customary practice. Then yet again I was standing on the vestibule of my temple of solitude, losing myself to heavenly bliss….