The soft humming of the ceiling fan was almost lulling me into a state of temporary coma as I lay facefirst on my bed allowing my mind to surf in the ocean of horriffic scenarios.
2 WEEKS! GOD, I had 2 weeks to complete my assignment but with me being the procrastination queen, Iam only left with approximately 12 or so hours to submit my assignment. Why am I not just getting up and doing it though? Well itseems Iam still not in the mood to write. I think I give my best when under extreme pressure. Or is it just the same with everyone? OK, now I think Iam rambling too much.
"Raji!, Raji." that's my Mom calling me for dinner. Groaning loudly I stand up and lumber downstairs. My Mom, Mrs. Shyama Anand is a homemaker and my Dad ,Mr. Anand Rao is an architect. Ours is a small ,beautiful family of three. We live in a cozy and spacious 2-storey house solely designed by my Dad.
We have our dinner while making small talk. Being an only child can be lonely sometimes and I also don't have many friends due to my nature. But my parents never let me feel forlorn or abandoned, they are like my best friends, they are mostly very open-minded unless its the matter of my safety ,they never and I mean never compromise on my safety and are very overprotective. Though they pamper me a lot they have inculcated in me all the good morals and values they have learned and followed. After having dinner I wish my parents good night and head upstairs to get started on my assignment.
It's almost 4 in the morning by the time I finish my assignment so I decide to invite my second love a.k.a sleep for sometime. Now don't let your mind's eye go crazy thinking about who could be my first love because it's FOOD. I mean who doesn't love food?
Iam running through the woods panting heavily, my heart is thudding so loud that Iam surprised it hasn't fallen out of my ribcage yet. I can feel the sweat trickling down my temple and hear the distinct howling of wolves in the background and WAIT is that my MOM chasing me?
"Raji, Raji.....Rajshree!", someone shouted. "Wake up, you are already late."..... huh......I get up with a jerk and look around dazed, blinking heavily to get rid of the drowsiness only to see my Mom standing at the foot of my bed holding a rolling pin and glaring at me while muttering someting about me being lazy.
"Don't you dare go back to sleep now. Get up and get ready you are already getting late." saying she goes out of my room. I suddenly realize that Iam sweating a lot while the room is also quite hot and look up to see that my Mother has switched off the fan. I sigh shaking my head, she does that everyday. Because it works, my mind screams at me causing me to roll my eyes.
It takes me some time to process that I was dreaming before and that Iam in my room right now and should probably get ready for.....Oh.....SHOOT!...
COLLEGE!Uffff..... I get up streching and yawning so big that my open mouth can probably fit Jupiter. Then I go to the washroom to brush my teeth and basically just do the daily routine and then get dressed in a pair of light blue jeans and a merlot coloured semi-formal shirt paired with my black wristwatch and white sneakers. My waist length black hair is so beautiful but it is also a pain in the butt so I just put it in a messy bun and apply some moisturizer ,a coat of lip balm ,mascara and adorn the space between my eyebrows with a cute, little, silver bindi.
Grabbing my bag and ofcourse the assignment I dash downstairs and shove some toast into my mouth tuning out my mother's scolding about how Iam getting more careless and lazy. I run out of the main door yelling out a goodbye to my parents. I get on my Knight, a Royal Enfield classic 350. Though I get so many stares while driving him ,I love my Knight eternally. As we live in a secluded colony it is pretty much silent so when I start my bike I get to revel in it's beautiful sound. I chance a quick glance at the house across ours hoping to get a glimpse of The Devansh Malhotra...uh...*cue the blush*. He just may or may not be my crush since like forever.
ANYWAY....Anyway it takes me 50 mins to reach my university due to the Hyderabad traffic so I swiftly start my bike and set off in the direction of my university.
Entering my University I instantly spot my only 2 best friends waiting for me at our usual hangout spot which is under the banyan tree. Priya Subramanyam and Armaan Malik and are my best pals since elementary school.
Priya is entirely opposite to me. She is shy ,quiet ,pale and short whereas Iam most definitely not shy, am loud with a dusky complexion standing at 5'5 and Armaan is an almost giant with 6 feet height and tanned ,muscular body.
I greet them with a smirk and wiggling eyebrows to which Armaan looks away with pink ears and Priya playfully slaps my arm blushing profusely. They both are so in love that it makes me want to awe and vomit at the same time.
"Did u complete your assignment?" Priya asks me trying to change the subject still blushing.
I flashed her a thumbs up and my infamous smile to which she smiled back and started filling me up on the latest gossip. Though Priya is shy and quiet around strangers she is the exact opposite with her closed ones.
I really don't know if I hate or love to gossip because it entirely depends upon my mood but right now I most definitely was not listening as I was busy wondering why the boy across me was flashing his underwear to everyone. I mean.....dude it's called 'underwear' for a reason. Oh I don't know......maybe beacuse he doesn't know that his underwear is peeking out ,my mind rebukes me. Oh! Right.
I go there and tap on his shoulder. He immediately turns around and raises an eyebrow at me. He is not much taller but definitely looks a bit older than me. Uh...uh seems like underwear guy is a senior. Gulping ,I gesture for him to lean closer with my eyes and hands but he just rolls his eyes at me and turns back to his friends smirking cockily. OK then.
"Uh....excuse me.....Sorry but it's just that your underwear is visible so I just thought that you might want to know." I say out loud but not too loud so that everyone won't hear me.
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