It was just after lunchtime. I’d been doing a spot of math
before this, and didn’t quite intend to tread those murky waters again, quite
yet. So I simply plonked down on my bed, lay back and picked up To Kill a Mockingbird. I don’t quite
remember why I’d dropped reading it a few years back; it’s really nice. Now
that I think about it, I recall starting on it on a Sunday afternoon, not quite
unlike this one. But as it was exam time, and recreational activities, of
force, had to be limited, the book was left behind and drifted off into the
recesses of hazy memory.
Anyway, to return to the present, a sudden gust of wind
blasted through the windows. I’m talking about a real gust! The closed shutters were thrown back to the max, the
curtains made headway for the sky and streaming streaks of golden light flooded
the room. My bed happens to be situated right next to the windows and boy, I
tell ya, it’s a sight to behold when it gets like this. A refreshing breeze
rushing through your hair and that warm sunlight, made even more beautiful by
the netting and curtains getting in its way!
I switched off the tube light. Ugh, that cold, clammy light had
no place here. And I lay there for a while, reading the ol’ book, and soaking
in that wonderful aura of a sunny afternoon. And I could feel myself getting
drowsy. It wasn’t that I was particularly sleepy, just at peace. That’s all it
takes apparently.
I tell ya, it’s moments like these – all these Sunday
afternoons at SIT – that make the stay here worthwhile. Just a sphere of peace
and redemption, blocking out the all the dreariness of this world.
Unbeknownst to my conscious mind, I drifted off into sleep.
And when I woke up, the first thing I saw was the sunlight falling on me from
the edge of the window. Just from the corner of my eyes at first and then,
tracking spots of warmth on my leg, the rest of the sunbeams falling on me. And
my golden bedcover too, which results in quite the ethereal look through my
misty, sleep-handed eyes. And I couldn’t believe it was almost 6 o’ clock!
I just stood in front of the windows for some time, and then
the ones in the corridor too. Marvelling at the view. Then, feeling quite
braced, I sat down and did a bunch of Laplace transformations. And trust me
when I say that a force which can inspire a chap to transform some Laplaces is
a rare force indeed!
