The lighted airplane flew just above my head in the starry expanse. It was the tenth in a short span of time. The clear night sky was occupied with brilliantly white clouds which occasionally hid the spotty milky moon.
As I lay on the grass mountain on my back, I realized how simple life was a month back and how far I have come in the new path that I chose for myself. Another airplane flew disturbing my trail of thoughts. It is funny how priorities change and how easily new people walk in to your life to leave their imprint.
The grass made my body itch now. Small mosquitoes and mysterious bugs were constantly impinging upon my body. It was time for a normal person to go inside. I retrospect my life even more. Am I too complex who doesn’t know how to behave as a normal person in a social setting? I for one am always the person who wears her heart on her sleeve. I for one never recommend that for others, it has its own catastrophic repercussions.
The constant screeching noise from the stone grinding machine had started to appear like music combined with my collection of Beatles album which played on my phone. Everything on the campus had made me more adjusting every day. As I observed one of the founding members of the college come each day to the campus to make things perfect, I learned perseverance. As I saw him eat the food the students ate, I learned humility. It is strange how people from a distance without talking make such a deep impact on our mind.
I learn but I am not perfect. Five weeks in to my MBA course and I have my own share of controversies which is almost the sum total of what twenty people did in the same time. Every morning I get up and pray to God for more kindness, more patience and the ability to shut up. I fail miserably each time.
I always want to speak, I always need to voice my opinion and say what is lingering deep inside. Is it always worth it? Absolutely not! Can I bring it under control? Doubt it highly!
It’s just not it. While people of my age love to do sweet talk and be nice and sweet to everyone. I do the opposite and always receive flak. I don’t like people of my age, period. I like people who are way mature and older than me, story of my life. I’d rather go and spend time with someone who is ten years older than me than a person who is my age. Psycho? Yes, big time!
I have always lived at my home and with my parents. It is the first time that I am living independently. It is nothing like I imagined it to be. I don’t exploit my new found freedom like I thought I would when I was back home day dreaming about living alone in a hostel. Human mind is not easy comprehend and that too if it’s a woman’s mind, tough job.
As I sang my favourite Bill Joel song with the phone in a high pitch voice, the security guard came and I was once again on the wrong side of the rules book. No I was not allowed to lie down on grass and stare at airplanes on that beautiful stellar night. Time to go back to Room No.701.