It was the winters of 2012 and our ssc year was on its edge. The school by now had almost ended and the so called study leave had begun. But our tutions didn't gave up. Very rare cold breezes of mumbai vicinity were utilised by us in refreshining up our science capters, practising qudratics and also moving a hand over the tangents and secants in our classes. I always felt that these guys are making a big fuss of the '10th year.' And above all that there were guidance lectures, special instructions and tips from all the newspapers were making it a awareness blast.
It was very rare that there is cold aura near us after Makar Sankranti. It was exiciting to enjoy winter in the days which normally burn the skin. Especially the mornings and evenings were best times to enjoy them. But it was not in our fortune because our mornings were usual in our tutions and at night we got busy in 'Sleepy Studies'
Our tutions were in early morning, sharp at 7. It was only that time when I shall get to enjoy the coolness of nature. These mornings had a magical touch in them which would make me fresh and fit to carry on with the day.If I describe the beauty of these dawns, they will sound as follows-
"....And I started towards the class with phones in ears. The streets looked as if the ‘population explosion’ was murdered! I could sense the sense of lonliness following me. The morning breeze was opposing my hair and sunlight was on a strike. The bon fire in corner was breaking the coldness in climate with pleasure! The streetlights in the way were indicating that city was full of dreams which were ceased from acquiring. The sky was grey in colour which was made with a mixture of nights darkness and sunlight`s dull cloth. The startled and wet trees were staring at me."
And daily when I used to set out for my class a friend would join me on my way. Ahead we got and giving company to eachother, another common friend would join us at a cross road that extends straight to our class. It was like the journey to class was giving us company by providing friends.
Call it a coincidence or a coincidental habit but the timings of our meeting were as sharp as a blade. we would never miss our timings. It had became the ultimate meeting time of our group.
