Count to Seven

Golden. That's how the sunlight was, as it eased in through the window, and fell on the floor, stumbling through the clutter of the room, crawling up the desk, groping for a hold on the bed. The sky outside was a clear blue, with flakes of snow-white clouds strewn across. Dew-drops lounged on the grass-blades, glistening as the rays hopped over them.

Gold, blue, and green; the colours dominated outside, striking up a harmony.

Tranquil. Serene. Peaceful...

"KABIR! If I find you still on that bed, I swear I'll--"

As Parveen Shah rounded the door, her words died in her throat, lodging themselves there. She swallowed.

Connecting...

'Freud's Psychoanalysis', I scrawled on the magnificent ruled paper, and paused to allow myself a moment of self-pity. The scrawl looked incredibly ugly on the white sheet, and I almost convinced myself that I shouldn't study. Freud frowned up at me.

The reason behind the 'almost' was the dishevelled creature in front of me, who snapped ferociously if any one of us so much as yawned. Zeenat(as her name suggested, albeit in a different sense altogether), was someone to be handled with care.

Just my luck.

     The college looked amazing, freshly bathed in yesterday's showers. That was the good part. The bad part: The ground was a mess of wet and squishy mud. Taking a deep breath, I entered the gate...

... And promptly stumbled on my own shoe lace. My arms stretched out to break the fall. A gaggle of girls behind me sniggered. So much for my first memorable moment of college.

A small assessment of School!

 Out of the many people that I've come across, half say that school life is better than college life, and half say the exact opposite. I myself don't know which one's true.

     But one thing that I know, is that up until tenth, school life is a roller coaster ride! Life is simple and uncomplicated.