After a long affair, Winter had abandoned the city. Scattered clouds were found in the blue sky and the air felt heavy and motionless, almost impenetrable. Either that or the mere prospect of facing another day at a place he utterly disliked. He was trudging towards the bus-stand, lazily gazing, meanwhile, at the sky- which bathed in an orangish hue- signifying the break of dawn.
On-board the routine bus, he looked out of the window- at the road and the broken white lines- as they slipped by. Owning to the visible absence of his scruffy black beard, his University friends remarked at his childish face, touching upon the subject one too many times.
The day was marked with a sluggish bustle and expatriating worries, for there were rumors about exam results, making the rounds. And it bifurcated his classmates along the theme of pretence- one who pretended they were worried and the other who pretended they were not!
And then during the break, he set-off for a walk. He liked wandering alone, meandering carelessly and I would like to invoke the ‘Group Day’ celebrations at his University- which served as the perfect occasion for him to flaunt his withdrawal by flouting the celebrations with a lazy walk under the blue sky.
‘There are beautiful things which can transpire from a solitary life.’, he said to himself as he continued his solitary walk down the deserted road in the sleepy town. When classes resumed, his absence wasn’t a surprise.
The Great Perhaps 