A pleasant and strange morning aura woke me up, unquestionably it wasn’t my alarm; I guessed. I stretched my hand to grab my cell phone and peeked the time with narrow eyes – 5:15 AM, it showed up. A sudden blush of irritation and laziness triggered within – “why always, am i awaken a whole five minutes before my alarm goes off.?” Sounds startling, but in the last few weeks, It has become my job to turn off the alarm, just before it does its job.
After peeking a quick glance into the mirror, and applying a little makeup, with a thin layer of lipstick, i sensed that the green “Shalwar” doesn’t really suit me along with a black pant. But one part of my mind said “Ignore those little things“, so I moved on.
The morning traffic is mostly clear and is the reason that vehicles evidently reveal their fleetness. Breathing the fresh air and forcing as much oxygen as I could into my lungs, I continued with my scooter, watching the opaque clouds in the horizon. “Its definitely going to rain”- I prayed, “not until I step off the road”.
Even though I am used to riding my scooter in hasty streets, sometimes i feel insecure and even presage the worst happenings, all inside of my mind. All those suspicions continually make me ride meticulously. But today the climate had deceived me, as the rain started just after I got in the streets. I took it as a challenge and continued after wrapping myself with the rain cover, which could barely battle the worst downpour of the season.
After about ten minutes, i reached the place; The Butterfly street, though with absolutely no butterflies, the place is institutionalized much with academic centers. Now i had to pull over to the right, so i turned on the sidelights and continued normally as in the past few weeks. But fate had something else in his plan today. My front wheel, instead of hopping up above the pipe in the corner, slipped on its edge… and suddenly i lost control and fell. I landed hard on my side in the edge of the pedestrian track. Overwhelmed with shy and fear, i hobbled and tried to stand up. A shrilling pain, traveled through my nerves from my right ankle. Now i knew, i was hurt in the ankle, helpless, with extreme difficulty and torment, i wheeled the scooter back upright and slowly continued towards the narrow path leading to the academy. “I am going to have a worst day ever.” – was exactly I thought.
As i was getting ready for climbing up the stairs, after parking the vehicle, a masked face appeared. I knew who he was; he had anonymously added me on the social network and we had a good ongoing chatting in recently, but I barely knew him… a friend, let’s say. But today I was in need of help. My ankle was squealing with pain, but i absolutely didn’t had any idea how to explain it to him. Maybe involuntarily, I had decided not to, at all. He just seemed surprised to see me much early in the academy, asked the exact thing and disappeared into the stairs. “He seemed to be in much hurry and didn’t even ask how was i? “
The class began, but the whole time i have been agonizing; the pain was growing unbearable. But without an option, i settled there, attending the voice of the teacher and noting down every single thing required. The guy was in the row desk behind me. There was probably something wrong with him today, that he had drawn teacher’s insidious attention. He was blamed to be tepid and insensible by the teacher. But it wasn’t much of my concern at this time, as i was dealing with a well of my own problems and without any doubt he wasn’t having as evil luck as mine that day.
Two hours of agony had passed when the class concluded. I had rigidly maintained to all my strength to tolerate my pain, until the consummation of the class. As I knew, today was one unlucky day, and i was fighting hard to go through, I discreetly concealed for what I was holding on today, not even to my close friends and no, not to him. “I will fight with my problems myself”– my ego enlightened.
On descending down the stairs, slowly and steadily not to distress much on tingling ankle, i was talking to one of my classmates. From his outlook, he seemed much senior, and we had been together in a row a couple of times in the class. As i descended on the final stairs, someone spoke suddenly from the side; there he was, the yellow cap, the chatter and absolutely busy for today to ask me about. He was presumably asking about something discussed in the class in the end minutes. I just heard him say “Hey! do you think kings can be considered as political leaders?” but i was more occupied in the talk with my other friend who had come along all the way down the stairs. Hiding my ankle’s agony all the way along, and not being very sure of his query, i couldn’t make time answering him. He was left after as we passed by.
Finally when after reaching my vehicle, I gazed back. I saw him staring strangely from a distance for an instant, he then turned his back and went away, while I had a really painful ride back home.
I deliberately prayed the bad luck begun with early morning downpour, go away with the soothing sunshine.