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Stepping down the bed, I went to the small balcony/terrace attached to my room, the sliding door of which I mostly left open. We lived in a cute two-storey house. I being the youngest member of the family had the smallest bedroom, but also the only one with a balcony/terrace. Therefore, I couldn’t have been more thankful.
The morning felt excessively stunning, with the dripping of slight rains just the way I love it.
Whatever was wrong with the climate to be in such a jolly mood making me as always wish to scoop up into the blanket!
Shivering slightly after the shower, I changed into my favourite black overalls- black skinny jeans, black top with see-through long sleeves, paired with my blood-red boots. After all, I had to do something of my liking to force myself out of the house. I left my wet hair open, to dry out in the air and pinned my hair-clip on the strap of my bag for later. Applying some mascara and my favourite nude lip-gloss, I had just about tiptoed into the living room when a voice startled the life out of me.
“Sani, dear you are leaving without having breakfast?!” my Dad, Dr. Ayan Shaad, the hotshot Cardio surgeon, said disapprovingly from behind me.
I turned around with a genuine helpless expression,
“Look at the time Dad. It’s six, which for me isn’t even morning yet.”
“Why didn’t you tell us last night that you have early lectures today? Your Mom would have been up, to make something for you.” Dad smiled at me in loving concern, while I just stared at the floor in guilt and mumbled,
“You know I don't like you guys fussing over me, just because my Professor is too much of a pain, to call us at this godforsaken hour.”
I glanced up to find Dad shaking his head, giving me a look, and thus forcing me to explain I was not really out of line here,
“C'mon! He is older than you are. He should be in his bed snoring. Rather than making us, run for the train.”
Dad chuckled and I assured him saying,
“I will be fine. I’ll have something from the food court later.”
Dad shook his head and drew himself to his full height, which is quite a lot. Since my father is tall, little portly around the stomach (thanks to Mom’s fabulous cooking). His honey brown eyes reflect his sweetness. Still, he could seem intimidating when he wanted to be and scare anyone off by his dominant personality. At least those who did not know what a softy he is on the inside.
He turned around as if on a purpose, going towards the kitchen while saying over his shoulder,
“I’ll cook something for you right away.”
“I’ll miss my class Dad.” I urged.
But will he listen?
Before I knew it, he had a bowl of steaming instant noodles ready for me, with a mug of chocolate milk. I gauged on it happily.
I thanked him, smiling gratefully,
“This was heaven and now I'm going.” I moved out of the house, while completing the sentence
in my mind, ‘...to hell. God I wanna sleep.’
Tapping my foot all the way in the train, at the music coming from the ear plugs in my grey denim cross-bag that contained my phone, laptop and books, highly improved my mood.
As I entered the hustle and bustle of college compass, cold air blew mildly, birds chirped away happily, making me dearly wish to sleep right away, even standing if someone asked. Please at least someone ask me...Please!
The next moment, birds freaking flew as if disappeared with the sudden gust of wind and the slight rains turned so torrential as if beginning of a storm!
God seems to be in a mood...
I hurried towards the majestic looking Mass-Media section, one of the old stone structured beautiful buildings of my college. Every stream and professional course in my university had classes in magnificent buildings and parts that resembled the subject matter. Like the Mass, Media and Communications building was engraved in stone from staircases to walls, resembling some castle from a movie set, while business students studied in hip corporate style once, and Arts was full of drawings and paintings on the walls, artistic crap everywhere. Oh yeah, Hill-Stone was a big ass university, and only the lucky, smart once like me were fortunate enough to grab a seat there.
Before you wonder why I was not living in the dorms like my many classmates, let me tell you, first, they did not let us stay in the dorms if our permanent address was so near to the college. I know...wierd rules. Secondly, my Dad thought he was making a big sacrifice as it is by letting his only daughter go away from his sight for hours due to classes. He couldn’t even imagine her altogether gone! Besides, why would I live in the dorms when I had a perfectly good house in the same city?
My classroom for final year Political Journalism was located on the first floor of Mass, Media and Communications section. It was one of the most popular courses offered in Hill Stone.
Hurrying up the slippery stone steps, I reached the first floor corridor and was just about to enter the class when,
