Trip to class

                     As soon as the alarm rings brain is pulled out of the dream and the hands go in search for the mobile, to shut the alarm which yesterday night is been lying in the other room. Looking and dismissing it is the utmost priority at this quite peaceful dawn. From then starts the day of course  with a small nap in the toilet. Along with brushing, I compete with the clock to save some time for exercise. Entering the bathroom without the soap and sometimes without the towel is usual. Almost by then, the minute hand is happily ready to touch down twenty minute past 6 am. Brothers up and gets the cushion and blankets in its place. Having the breakfast so early once seemed to be impossible. Packing the tiffin, checking the books, without omitting spray 2 drops of scent. Looking for the keys round the house with sandals worn is the topic for Mom's daily message.Taking her blessings I leave...

   

Leaving the building stairs I see the watchman cleaning the cars as a duty, neither happiness nor regret. Everyday I warn myself to oil the cycle,by always pushing on never coming tomorrow. On the road there's a milkman taking out the Chitle milk crates along with other for delivery from the tuck tuck. Some boys going in the direction exactly opposite of mine. At the juncture I see our  old neighbors returning from a walk. Passing by the bus stops, I see all working people even the toddlers waiting for their pick up. As I come closer to the class I see my friends some walking and some on bikes chasing each other. I enter the basement of the complex with my back sweating unanimously changing the smell of the scent and find a place to park the bicycle without getting it wet by the leaking pipes. Hooof!!!

But now the challenge starts....