The alarm goes off and it's already 7:45, the college starts at 8:30 and it will take me 15 minutes to get to the college. Ya...Ya... you must be thinking why should I be worried? I have got plenty of time but I have so much to do and it is starting to get on my nerves. Looking at the mess I have managed to put myself into...the bag still not packed, an outfit not decided, breakfast not eaten and bath not yet taken I feel I will not be able to make it on time for my first day of the college.
What frustrates me more is that my hair is not washed. Being honest, a girl may not apply makeup but if she has not washed her hair she doesn't feel beautiful. Having greasy hair is the worst nightmare for me as a solution to which, I decided to skip breakfast and go for a quick shower. After stepping out I directly went to my closet to choose my outfit for THE DAY. Shaving my body, I have already prepared it for the summer so, I decide to wear a plain white shirt tucked in a burgundy short box pleated textured skirt paired with my white toms.
My eyes went to look at the clock that shows 8:05. I put on my clothes and rushed towards the dressing table to look for the hairdryer. I thought of applying makeup but I am not a makeup person unless I have to get dressed for an event. Applying makeup regularly is not my thing and faking who you are not is against my principle.
Searching for the hairdryer in the most unorganized drawers is a bit challenging task. After a while of looking in each and every possible place, I was able to spot it in between multiple electric appliances that have caused its wire to jumble up with the others. Firstly I am already late and here my fate is also not with me.
Luckily, I have straight hair naturally so I have never spent much time worrying to style them. Sometimes, I feel really privileged to have parents like mine. Thanks to their gens I have got a perfect skin with no acne marks, a natural blush on my cheeks and a decent height of 5"6. But, one thing that I had to work, was my fitness. Since I am from a 'khaata peeta pariwaar' I have always been diligent to my exercises. Not sacrificing my food but burning it out through daily workout is my mantra.
After drying my hair I switched off the dryer and took my phone which has 3 missed calls from Sanjana.
"It is already 8:15. Sanjana will kill me" I reminded myself and redialed her number.
Sanjana is my best friend from high school. We both got into the same college but different majors. She opted for an English degree and I have gotten into the Business Management programme. After three rings she picked up the phone.
"Aisha...where the hell are you?" she shouted from the other side of the phone.
"I am just leaving my house Sanjana, calm down. Will be there in 5 minutes". I replied and cut the call.
I take a final glance at myself in the mirror and grabbed my phone, bag and keys.
I looked at the time and it is already 8:20. The college is not far so I have decided to take my scooty to the college as it is much more convenient than a chaotic bus ride. I opened my scooty's dikki to place my bag and take out my helmet and an over-jacket. Adjusting my hair inside the helmet and my jacket I head towards Sanjana's place.
Sanjana lives with her parents and her big joint family 5 minutes away from my house. Her father is in some private company so they shifted to Hyderabad for some years. In those years Sanjana and I became best friends. When she first came to the school she was a shy, geek and studious kind of person. Always into her books with her spectacles on her nose, she never talked to anybody. Me being me, I broke the ice first and from then we share everything with each other. She is my 2 a.m. buddy. However, as she lives with her family of 10 and there is no residence facility in the college, I had to find my own apartment. So, I rented a 1 BHK near Sanjana's house that has abolished my mother's worry about me staying alone in an unknown city.
Sanjana waves her hand from her house gate. She has worn a sleeveless baby pink top that has lace embroidery around the V neck collar which she has paired with white shorts and black sneakers. Her hair is done in a messy bun and she has her round glasses around her eyes. Sanjana has changed quite a lot from the Sanjana that I had known from high school. Her personality has taken a 360 turn from being introvert to a socialite.
"Where were you?" she asked angrily and hopped onto the back seat of the scooty.
Sanjana is extremely particular about timings and punctuality. She freaks out if she is even one second late.
"I slept early yesterday and woke up late today. Just didn't had the time to pack my stuff. The outfit was also not decided and hair wash is also important no? That's why, just got late by 5 minutes." I replied casually making her anger turn into amusement.
"5 minutes!!! It is already 8:25 and we will take about 5 more minutes."
Concern in her voice made me increase my speed and we reached the college exactly by 8:30.
Fastidious Sanjana obviously has gone through her today's lessons more than hundred times which had made it imprinted in her memory and after biding me a farewell she ran towards her first lecture. Whereas, I look for the notice board in this enormous college as I still had to check my classes and know today's schedule.
Glossary:
1. khaata peeta pariwaar- foodie and healthy family that never compromises on eating.
2. scooty- Indian name for scooter
3. dikki- scooter under seat storage
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