Cloud my judgement

I’ve just bunked another Power Electronics lecture as nonchalantly as ever, walking out of the Electrical Department making sure I don’t step on that wet cement near the North entrance gate. There’s a slight drizzle as I and the PJ Poet take slow, short strides, breathing in deep to take in the wonderful petrichor. AP is spotted just outside Alpahar canteen, and I wave Hi and ask him to join us. We bid PJP goodbye near Nescafe, to look for a hot cup of coffee to sip slowly, while walking and chatting about 42, as the rain slows down further, but the breeze picks up steadily, now becoming a swirling cool wind. The lights are out, so back to Alpahar we were. Some patient waiting in the crowd to order, and a few minutes later, a plate of pakodas, a coffee, and a bun samosa gave us company in our search for a dry bench and table.

 

Half an hour later, I’m on my way back to Azad, cursing my luck for my direction being the same as that of the gleefully uptight wind. I walk in to my room, lunge for the laptop and am lost in Mark Knopfler again.

That's what it is... That's what it is now...