Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong… chimed the grandfather clock downstairs. Familiarity followed by deep anguish, I drowsily glanced back at the clock on the side table barely managing to read the hands. It was 6. Was it dawn or dusk? My mind frozen with the anonymous cold breeze rushing through the window seals swayed my dope thoughts of an evening nap. Rejoicing the ecstatic feeling of not having to go out for work anymore, I dragged the blankets from underneath and cloaked myself in the cold breeze. Good things rarely last. All sayings did have a tinge of truth after all.
A familiar sound pierced through my paradise of fantasies. I tried concentrating on the high-pitched voice. “Get up you have lectures today”, it said. Was it Amma or Akki? These were the days when “lectures” was a restricted word in all our mind dictionaries. Even hearing it gave me quivers. Immediately drawn through the tandem, I fell off the bed with a thud. Recovering myself from under the thick blanket I replied back,” Okay, I’m up”.
Finally, I was up. I rummaged blindly through the accessories on my table looking for my glasses. Switching from the blur of 360p to 1080p felt heavenly every time. Glancing at the calendar, I finally realized that I’ve already lost track of days. Months had passed and it was almost Christmas.
With the morning stretch, I had a quick shower and went down for breakfast. Lectures at 7.30 am. Guess what, my breakfast was ruined whenever there was a morning lecture.
Today was one.
Switching on the PC, I logged into the session, and Tada, the boring hours of study starts here. Headphones plugged in, the lecturer greets “Good Morning students”
A deafening silence and here goes another day in 2020.
By Rtr. Thiruni Withana