CLASSROOM ATMOSPHERE - " SPACE"

Wrote this one when 60 people were humming something or the other.. But still what I can write about myself in a buzzing class is very different from the 4 a.m morning silence.

SPACE

I look into black space as soon as I close my eyes. Lots of thoughts whoosh through my mind. This space is mine. I can imagine, create, sort out my feelings here. This is me, my horizon.

As soon as I hear a topic that concerns me, my mind starts thinking on "what if?" Why this all happens. What is the motive? Then again I close my eyes and my mind goes numb in this space. It happens to me often. I wish I had Dumbledore's pensieve to clear my haphazard thoughts. When realization creeps in my numb mind I gain peace again. Future holds unaccountable mysteries and such events trouble me day in day out.

I saw many a stars. When I was in school I had a lot of unanswered Questions in my mind. I would sneak out and go to the terrace. The peace was better than what I would get while I was asleep. It was a feeling of exclusivity. I used to stand and imagine another world. The terrace was my platform and the stars in the sky my playground. I used to make so many things out of them. I was in Roha, a village and the sky was pitch black. It was an unforgettable happiness I gave myself all the time.

Yes, I was lnely. But the feeling that the whole world is sleeping gave me immense pleasure. Undescribable. The space was my space.

Now when I go atop my terrace I find I get an exclusive view of things happening in my neighbourhood. I can see bright hoardings illuminating my space and giving me discomfort. Every 2 minutes an aeroplane goes by reminding me of the fast pace this city has and when I see the moon I feel some American is standing there and waving to me. They've intruded my space. I am hungry for peace.