The monotonous voice of the lecturer, the constant murmurings of the back-bench-ers, the squeaking noise of the fans that have no regulators, the never ending whispers from the girls in the front, the serious faces of the toppers around as they take down notes with such ferocity, that even the ALBERT Einstein would feel ashamed…pretending to listen to the lecture, I nod-look down-at-my-notes-and back -up -again at calculated intervals, my mind was screaming for a break, and every fiber in my body for my soft-cozy bed at the hostel. Oh how I wanted the clock hands to tick faster….
Wandering aimlessly, my mind was occupied by the scenes of the Game of thrones and my heart longed for the stacks of books at my brother’s apartment in Mumbai, after a small reverie there, I returned to southern India, yes Kochi, my new home for the last 2 years; It was a place I had never set foot on, except maybe for landing at the airport once -upon -a-time while I was still NRI. Yes that’s exactly how my mind wandered, one thing led to another. Sometimes, I caught myself rewinding back to the point, that started me down the memory lane, in the first place.
Shrill giggles from the back interrupted my thoughts, yes we were all equally bored, I turned back to look what was the matter. Oopsy, Sir did too.