After watching a late night movie, I slept without thinking anything as an effort to get up early next morning. It was Friday night and my eyes were dropping terribly, insisting the brain to go to sleep. It seemed I haven't even closed my eyes, my eyes got opened by the melodious ring tone of my mobile. But , the melody could not impress me this time. I glanced at the source of tone. Stumbling towards the table I squinted at the mobile screen. The colorful screen was pouring at least 4 different colors on to my face and was showing the name of 'Raama'. The brain quickly recovered the conversation it had just two days ago.
"He is going back to India today", brain roared, my whole body trembled listening to that roar. It seemed all of my organs awoke hearing that roar. Then, eyes rolled towards the clock kept right next to the lilliputian tele. The three hands of the clock were ticking lazily without giving any damn about the outside of their world. Each of the them exactly measured the time as half past eight.
"Oh my god", I said. I removed the heavy duvet from my leg and ran towards the bathroom. Took a very quick shover and again ran back to the room searching for any ironed cloth in the closet. Time seems to run faster when one is in hurry. I put on my rags and pulled the shoes and opened the door.
Suddenly, my sight became so dark, and for an instance I felt it like my eyes are closing. I pushed to try little hard to keep eyes open and forcibly looked around the sight. Its really dark outside. What time it is?
I realised I have forgotten to wear my wrist watch in hurry and removed the mobile to check the time. It showed 6:00. I reopened the door and glared the watch hanging on wall. It also showed 6:00. I walked to my room and glanced at the clock on the table. It also showed 6:00.
"Are all clocks are trying to prove me fool?", I asked myself. I got another missed call from 'Raama'. The missed calls were to inform me that he has just left Glasgow. "Oh, Raama", I paused.
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