29 August 2006

I remember residing in a tired corner of the sentry box, trapped and confined in a space meant for two, with three other people, reading. In that space, you could taste the odour of the other’s uniforms effortlessly, weaving in between the tang of open lunch boxes and fresh dinner rations that lingers long after its mealtime. And the night, the stillness of the night, the night suspending your biological clock, you work through it.

But my thoughts – they roam, and the hours disappear like the sky that separates the day from the night; imperceptible.

Or else, the bunk beds with the sheets dyed with an unbelievable hue that exactly defines blue: I lie; I stare; I read; I sleep.

And yet, I complain about being confined. I was so free.

And now, my body moves with the momentum of the day and the syllabus, the course and the ‘materials’. Sometimes I jog, the thread-mill, albeit, with the earphones attached and a TV Channel to entertain, but my mind leaves not the papers and the computer screen, the percentages, the scores, the expectations.

I wake up at regularly intervals to check if I have overslept.

I sleep regular hours so I can be sure I have enough energy.

And I’m free, otherwise.

D woke up at 8/29/2006 11:57:00 PM [comment]

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