So, there I was walking from the lecture hall down to my hostel apartment, when thunder rumbled ahead and in my head, I began praying to whichever god was incharge of the weather today to save me from wet-body drenched day.
Throughout this week, I have been hunted by the rainy season, I have been badly battered and bruised by all ranges of rainstorm. Its like I was been monitored, I wake up to clear Sky's and on my walk back, I am surprised with rain that appears without a moments notice.
You would have thought that I would learn my lesson and probably have a backpack umbrella by now but I can say this statistically clear that not only were the forces of nature against me, I also work against myself as I have lost two umbrella in the space of a few days and always forget my raincoat at the apartment.
Looking around, realizing that my body has taken enough and anymore cold wet hit will bring me down with the cold flu and worst-still pneumonia, I knew I had to dodge this one.
I dashed into the nearest building as the first rain droplets was let down. In my mind, I did a chicken dance 🐥, poking fun at the rain and re-inforcing that i had beat it this time. The replied with a conniving lightening flash and claps of thunder telling me that my escape was for only a short while. (Bah hambug grumpy old rain!😋)
Sighing out loud, I turned my full attention to the building that had saved me and to my surprise, it was the humongous rather very drab Library. Don't get me wrong😒, I am a very studious person and very smart as well, but this library building just looks intimidating and downright ugly.
Like the most unserious person in my class could doodle this building in their sleep and would do a spiffing job. By the way, I am a final year Structural Engineering student with a minor in Architecture and Fine arts and I can proudly say I am one of the best in my class (Don't worry, I can blow my own trumpet 😎, thank you). This building to say the least is an architectural dropout.
Releasing my pent-up analysis, I walk into the building, sliding the door like a mountain in a heave. I am taking aback by what I see in the interior (Yes, a lonely ugly library in and out with books and more books😳) but there is a lady.
Like in all the ugliness, she was a beauty to behold. (Don't worry, I have very sharp eyes and I pay attention to details😲). She barely notices me as she is so content dusting the book shelves.
Not wanting to spook her or anything, I gently clear my throat, she looks up and I swoon (Okay, I sound like a complete idiot now). She inclines her head, sizing me up gently but detached with her doe eyes. I walk closer to her now -------------
Arno: (waving) Hi! I am Arno.
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She bobs her full curly hair in acknowledgement, motions to the desks and continues her dusting.
I am put off, did she really just snob me right now? Well, okay! I think two can play the snob game.
I sit down on the bench closest to the entrance and aimlessly while away my time trying so hard not to think about her or even look at her. I stare deeply at my phone till my vision becomes blurry.
Finally, the rain let's up, heaving a sigh of relief, I dash out of the library like my pants were on fire. (I feel like a wounded dog with my tail between my legs😔).
I can't say I was not disoriented for the remaining half of the day but I did what I loved the most, the only thing that gets my mind out of anyone or anything ---- I drew, unrealistic drawings of futuristic skyscrapers.
When I finally looked up, night had fallen, my clock rang 11:59pm and it was time to call it a day. The day ahead was the butcher of all lecture days with marathon lectures running back to back.
This day is usually the hardest day of the week but this I was strangely enthusiastic. It was like my mind was saying to me while hula-hopping "I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings". (If only we knew😶).
Author's note
In as much as this is Arno's life story, a peck into his diary, I would like to know your thoughts.
So don't forget to leave your comments as well as a little star 🌟 for Arno (he is a softie, like jelly)
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