It was like spring, flowers were all over. Patches of clouds covered the entirety. She woke up to find that the computer was still running. Reluctant, cursing herself, she turns it off and leaves for the bathroom.
Cold water streaming down the shower refreshed her skin. She let the shower running, held back herself and tried to recall what she saw in the dream. It was vague, yet the face was so sharp, the smile was so real, just like life.
The brainstorming moments to remember a dream under a shower is not a part of the activity. But today she wanted to feel it all over again, she missed it.
‘I don’t really think we have ever come out together to this place before, right?’
‘No, we haven’t. We have different groups, right.’
‘Yeah, but it’s good here. This is the only place I like to hang out in when I come to the city. You know, at my hometown, we have this bench that faces the sea. The sea is far away, but you see a bit of it through the trees, and the breeze is epic. So, whenever I sit there, my mother would come join me and we would talk about anything at all for hours. After I have come here, she said that she does not anymore sit there. Last time when I went for the Winter Break, we sat there again for hours. I told her about college, the place and the people here.’
‘Did you talk about us?’
‘Yeah, of course. I told all the good things.’ She laughed as she said, ‘Because I can’t talk about the shit we do here.’
‘Yeah, shit like this.’ Everyone laughs.
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