my small world

cold

It was seven in the morning and I was supposed to drop my brother at IFFCO chowk which is 5km from our home.
First of all its not easy to wake up so early but my mom and my bro(varun) will never allow me to sleep after seven(Dad has gone to kolkata else it will be earlier). And, when Varun has to go to school, which he rarely goes(he is in XIIth, so one can understand) I have to get up at six. Sun is also sleeping at that time.
Dad called from Kolkata just to make sure that he was carrying money. lol!
We were on our favorite Kinetic Nova. He wont let me drive. He thinks I drive slowly and he was getting late then. I sat at the back. He was driving. I hid behind him. Those 5 kms felt like 500 miles. There was no traffic on the road. Cold was getting on my nerves. I was shaking. I asked him if he got an axe to break the iceberg that he will find behind him. He laughed. Though it was a bad joke but then all our jokes are like this. We rarely talk sensible things. But derive pleasure out of those zero IQ level jokes. He is smart and intelligent. He is a sweet guy and sensitive too which is very rare, I suppose. He is a darling. After dropping him, I drove back alone. My body was covered except for my neck which could not stand the burning cold. I drove fast, faster and faster till the indicator asked me to slow down. I could not bear it any longer. I was wearing a helmet and covered it with glass just to avoid cold wind, though I could barely see across the glass(it was dirty). I came back, quickly moved under the quilt and went off to sleep.
Hey, actually I didn’t sleep. I was reading The Fountainhead. Dominique didn’t marry Roark though both of them loved each other. I didn’t understand but sometimes things are not so obvious.

posted by richa @ 12:16 PM