Diary of a Wet Tuesday!

It is one those days when your alarm rings at seven for jogging and what you find in your dark room is that the night still persists, so without bothering yourself you put your head back on to the pillow and sleep again. Ten minutes before class you get a call from a friend and you are late, but in winters one doesn't take time to dress up. So, sliding on my pants I run for class and survive an hour of lecture. Thunder. Cloud bursts. And your attention is diverted. It is cold and chilly. Class is over. Done for the day. While the rain cancels all the previously planned programmes, my day shifts from being jobless to full of activity. I can not still forget the blood rushing through my body while I was riding down the lanes of North Campus, taking the hired bike from cross-roads to cross-roads. It was nerve wracking at first because it has been years of non-practice, and there I was at the least expected moment, riding my way, riding in the dark, jumping over bump to bump. My hands had gripped the handle tightly and gone completely red. It was cold and yet I was warm from the exercise. Goosebumps all over. Sometimes, when things that are least expected arrive at your door, and when you are ready to receive the delivery on time, maybe because of your excitement, as you further explore while unwrapping, happiness grips your heart and stomach. There in that moment you are already elated. You are high. From then on, you forget how you started and enjoy the playfulness of the events. On a Tuesday, from a wet morning to a windy night.