Light streams in from between the narrow slit between the wall and my window curtain, blinding me into consciousness. Its the same old minty toothpaste..doesn’t make my teeth whiter or my breath smell any better but i still do it because of the 17 yr indoctrination that i underwent, under the tutelage of my parents, on the art of living in a society. Its cold the air is dry a light fog fills the place. Someones puked in the basin, its not me this time. I clearly remember not losing control. The bathroom stinks so I have nowhere to brush, but being the brushing addict that I’am I find a way out, i go to the basin on the other end. Mess food stinks. Milk will be enough. As i walk to class the only thought in my head is “why are my feet so cold?”. Class is a blur not because it went too fast but because I could see tiny dust particle do the “brownian motion” frame by frame, while being bathed in sunlight that was coming in from the window. The classroom is cold. I should’ve learnt about helium atoms by now. On my way back I derive sadistic pleasure in watching the future Dr Karan Malhotra poking seemingly harmless fun at our friend ojoi she-ing( Ajay Singh) , that i have an inkling feeling will leave him, ojoi, emotionally scarred for life.