Life started in oceans, thats what scientists tell us relentlessly yet I would love to believe that life started in beds (No double meanings please!!!). That apocalyptic alarm or the "what am I supposed to do about it" alarm of your roomie brings forth life in an otherwise lifeless body which is crouched and hidden under the comfortable warmth of a blanket. And all that crosses your mind is a zillion reasons as to why not to get up. Still, I have managed to conquer all and bring back my form to reality almost everyday since waking up by self became fashionable (read: I grew up).
But somehow and somewhere, waking up today was different. Suddenly, life had one lesser reason to drag me out of my bed. Suddenly, my long term ally against laziness had decided to call it a day. Suddenly, I was not sure as to why was I awake.
An epoch of my life had ended just the previous day, technically speaking I was no more an academic student. It really meant no more classes no more assignments and most of all no more examinations and yet somewhere in my heart I was not very sure as to how should I express it. Was I supposed to be happy or stoic or outright hyper-philosophical??!! Wasn't it exactly the day for which I had waited since my childhood (a few similar days have arrived and gone thrice before this one)?
With a one minus zillion reason to not wake up (really?), I felt betrayed and left out yet determined enough to snuggle back into the smugness of my blanket. And for the rest of the world, a warm good morning from the coldness of Ghaziabad.
But somehow and somewhere, waking up today was different. Suddenly, life had one lesser reason to drag me out of my bed. Suddenly, my long term ally against laziness had decided to call it a day. Suddenly, I was not sure as to why was I awake.
An epoch of my life had ended just the previous day, technically speaking I was no more an academic student. It really meant no more classes no more assignments and most of all no more examinations and yet somewhere in my heart I was not very sure as to how should I express it. Was I supposed to be happy or stoic or outright hyper-philosophical??!! Wasn't it exactly the day for which I had waited since my childhood (a few similar days have arrived and gone thrice before this one)?
With a one minus zillion reason to not wake up (really?), I felt betrayed and left out yet determined enough to snuggle back into the smugness of my blanket. And for the rest of the world, a warm good morning from the coldness of Ghaziabad.
