Reflection .

Well, it was a usual day. I could hear the kitchen cluttered with plates. That was my pseudo alarm .  

6:30 am.

I began to get ready to leave for my class ,which is 20 minutes walk from my hostel.

Corridors was filled with  giggling , chatting ,humming and shouting. Slippers screeching on the floor. The non-living things also contributed to the whole scenario: the windows rattled and the doors clanged .In the bathrooms, the water splashed onto the floor and  the colorful buckets  lined up near the taps.

Few girls shooed the kittens away .

The tiny birds tweeting in the trees added to the pandemonium.

I just had to sharpen the pencil (as I use that instrument extensively  till today)and leave for my  class. Whilst doing so, my neighbor  told me that she hadn't heard that sound (of the sharpener) since her school.

As much as she was astonished, I was too.

Her comment, made me think.

In old days, pencils were  sharpened by whittling  with knives, then came the pencil sharpeners. 

Gradually , the electric pen sharpeners were introduced. And now the mechanical pencils have replaced these.

But what are we actually doing ?

The whole system runs on this particular aspect.

We are all following the method of relegating .

The question is ,if it is inevitable?

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Serendipity?!

 She held a hankie up to her nose and sneezed. That was the tenth time! Phew! Well, perhaps she wasn't counting but I was. Sitting next to her in a crowded  bus  , I braced myself for another one(sneeze).My stop was just 5 minutes away. So there I  was , waiting to reach my destination. After a week's wait, despite the uncomfortable circumstances, I traveled for almost 3-4 hours for this moment.

The moment I realized that it was my stop, I stepped down and began looking for a address .It was a sunny day,  I thought my sunscreen cream  wasn't  quite doing it's job .I was sweating a lot. Neither did I carry my mint coloured umbrella  nor did I have a cap. My backpack was my sole chum . A small blue piece of paper that I held in my hand was soaking in  sweat,  and I had to protect it . An obligation.A fundamental duty.
A few days  back, on a sunday morning when I got a call from her , I wrote down the address on this piece of paper. It had become very  precious since then.

The scorching heat had parched my throat but there were no mineral water bottles available in the stores on the chaotic street .Vegetable hawkers, autos, buses, cows , pan shops were spread across the road. It was almost like a fair. Was I lost? Digressed ?

I asked couple of locals for directions. The house was almost 5 km far from the bus stop according to them. I walked as fast as possible to reach the apartment. It was a peculiar building. A yellow coloured one. Like the yellow house painting by Van Gogh. I went up to the first floor, 12 numbered flat. I was eager to meet him. The door had certain embellishments with wooden carvings .I rang the bell. Surprisingly, the door bell was very familiar. I smirked. The door opened, and there he was standing  right in front of me with his bright eyes and his tongue drooling. I was thrilled to see him. His red-blue collar was so striking that I was sure it was him. He came running towards me and we hugged. He jumped, licked me everywhere. My cute little cherub was in my arms after a week. I was extremely delighted. I thanked the woman who rescued my puppy from the street and called me up to give this information. For  the first few hours when he was lost , I was disappointed, angry on him but a ray of hope that I would find him was  a thought deep down in my heart. I was glad I put the  collar around his neck with my details on the card , which helped me get him back. I held my cherub and left for home with a packet of his favourite  biscuits.