As I lied down on my bed, drooping eyes tired legs and blank mind...I stared at t ceiling as if I tried to search some hidden treasure...trying to decipher the thoughts that were jogging my mind. In the dark dungeon, 4 walled it was... my room. Mom calls it a junkyard and I will not even try to speak a word in defence. I could hear two sounds, 1. The fan whose blades were ripping the air near it and 2. The ticking of the second’s hand of my clock. Slowly these sounds were dominated by a familiar but not often heard sound. The gushing of the wind, strange it was, the doors and windows were shut tight still the sound of the winds swirling in a tunnel were heard crystal clear. Some other sounded added to this swirling sound... this was the sound of the leaves falling from the branches that held them so strong into the jaws of death...The moment of detachment of the leaves, flowers and fruits is written by destiny and they can do nothing about it but, obey it willing or unwillingly. My fingers moved fingers moved hurriedly and eyes opened lazily...slower than the slowest tortoise. It was my alarm, as always the first thing to irritate me in the morning. I sat on the bed trying to recollect when I drowned into deep ocean of sleep and when my life saver....actually life curser alarm pulled me out of the ocean of sleep. Whatever, it was the crack of the dawn, speaking precisely it was two hours past crack of the dawn, and an hour before the crack of the stern voice of the teacher for attendance. So I over came, my love and desire to sleep and walked out of the room into the corridor...
Lo Behold I saw a huge white block the prevented me from watching my favourite sight every morning of the lush green carpet, migratory cranes on the tree top and the lonely cow that grazed the green carpet. I was not angry but then shocked to watch this sight. It seemed as if a WHITE BLANKET descended from the heaven covering the entire landscape not in its warmth but in its teeth biting chillness. I could feel my lower jaw dropping and parting from the upper jaw as I stood spell bound. I stood like that until, I remembered the fact about something that is my sole reason and drive to attend college, my attendance. In a blitz I was done getting ready that included my breakfast. As I headed out of the gates of my hostel, I could see the college building enveloped in the blanket. It was like a race between my feet, my watch and the arrival of the teacher. Closer I reached to the college building I found that the sun’s rays were tingling the earth. I saw the golden rays on the ground and playing with the grass that was glistened in dew. The droplets were twinkling like the bright stars on the deep blue ocean of sky. I could see few yellow boxes, with blue strips at the base through the mist mirror at a distance. It was not one but many with a roaring sound. It was familiar and the sound was increasing in decibel. I quickly realised it was a long trail of my college bus that were arriving. Then, I looked up, to the first floor of my department to check if there was any one in the corridor so that I have company in case I was late... just then I noticed this wonderful sight that there was a tree that was chopped and it formed such a structure that it looked like that alphabet “Y”. And from the hallow between the joining of the two branches and trunk of the tree I could see the sun. I felt like playing catapult... As I climbed, the stairs of my department, hurriedly walked into my classroom... all that remained in my mind crystal clear was the unclear foggy, misty WHITE BLANKET. Slowly, silently and steadily after the sun took over, the blanket which unfolded itself in the night, binding the world in its sleep and chillness...it went back giving way to the sun to take its place.
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