MUST READ: A COLD EVENING ON THE CAMPUS (Part 1)

It was the middle of December, three days before the college broke for Christmas. The days had become really short, and if you lived in the middle of a concrete forest like I did, really cold. I was in second year then, having given the end semester examinations, and trying to enjoy the few days that remained before we all headed off for our homes. But one can only enjoy as much with an empty hostel, most of my mates having departed already inspite of the fact that college was still on. Not so for me, my parents would mail me the e-ticket right on the day the college closed. Cursing my luck, I sat in the large hall, all mine now, the only remaining guy spending his time with his girlfriend in some secret location. I didn't have a girlfriend back then, and sitting in the empty hall made me wonder if I should have tried harder to get one. And coupled with the cold, it made me feel horny as hell. As if to mock my predicament, a gaggle of girls (it's geese I know, anyway) passed on the road outside the hostel, towards the college. 


I didn't recognize them, and would have ignored them but for the fact that my nose chose to assert itself at that very moment. The resultant explosion drew their attention, and on inquiring, found me hastily wiping my nose. This caused them to erupt in fresh laughter,and they went on their way.”Bitches” I thought to myself, my mind conjuring up images of the girls na.ked on their backs, being fu.cked hard by my….. The clock told me another hour had been deleted from my lonely existence. I was still sitting with a running nose, as alone as before. 

To make matters worse, I discovered that I was now sneezing at short intervals,and headed off to the medicine closet to get something. This done, I headed back to my room to freshen up, deal with the copious phlegm and decide what I'd do for the rest of the day. This took me another hour, for the sneezes proved to be too resilient for one tablet to work. WHen I was finally done, I decided, against better sense, to head to the college and see if anyone was around. Informing the warden, I set off towards the almost desolate college, looking boring and somewhat haunted in the fading daylight. To add to this mysterious dimension was the presence of a single bike in the parking lot, the concrete expanse showing no other signs of recent use. More surprisingly, it was a girl's bike, all pink and lavender, with a basket up front. Wondering which girl could be spending her time so fruitlessly (even the library had closed by now), I headed in, past the foreboding gate and the equally suspicious glance of the gatekeeper, into the main building. Now our college was built in the 50s, when colonial architecture had gone out of fashion but artistic sense had not yet taken its place in the minds of architects. 

The result was a Soviet-style block of concrete that had narrow slits for windows, more for use as nesting places for birds than as inlets for light, let alone warmth. In my two years here. I had come to know the structure and its interior by heart, though each passage was as boring as the previous and the next, each staircase as dark and steep as the one in the next wing, and so on. I also knew that the staff would have headed off home or to the staff canteen by now, leaving the behemoth to brood by itself. Passing through the lower part of the building, I decided to head towards the field, hoping to find someone, or at least something to do. The moment I stepped onto the grass, however, my body told me it was the wrong choice. Not only was I clad in simple sandals which left my feet at the cold mercy of tall dewy grass, but the vast expanse created a sort of Gobi desert where wind freely smashed into you, as if asking why you had dared to come at this hour. Add to it the totally empty field, and the college was starting to feel positively spooky. 

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