Every morning,I wake up at 5, refreshed and ready to take on the world.
Every morning,I wake up to the denim shorts and jogging shoes I lay out so meticulously the previous night.Today,we shall go jogging,I promise myself.We will exercise furiously and become so fit and positively glow with health, as we creep out of Sharavati in stealth.
Nothing stops me,I'm good to go.The music I want to listen to,the splendid morning breeze,the empty roads I can visualise,which smell oh-so-heavenly of thyme and camphor, or some such smell which I can't identify. The familiar route, State Bank of India,Kendriya Vidyalaya,Delhi Avenue,Bose-Einstein Guest house,Led Zeppelin, Nirvana,System of a Down.When the world sleeps,I rule the roads.
Excitement makes my teeth rattle.The prospect of five classes at a stretch during the day doesn't deter me.I imagine the oxygenated blood pumping within me,from the aorta to the arteries and all the glorious calories dying a slow death. This is just too good to be true!
And then I did the unthinkable.My eyes fell on two people sleeping peacefully in another corner of my 4X4 room.Two faces which radiated absolute bliss.Two pairs of legs and two pairs of hands well tucked into two blankets. I can feel my bare arms freezing.An adrenaline rush,possibly.
I sighed and crawled back into bed, my head just too glad to hit the pillow. At once,I experienced bliss,like a million bells were ringing in my head and like I was floating on the clouds,like I could smell hot melting chocolate and other such experiences you would be all too familiar with if you harbour shamelessly maudlin fantasies.For afterall,I had two more hours to sleep.