That New Venture-4

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How did I forget that? I had evening duty the next day. It would take at least 8pm for me to reach home and on Friday we would have our train at night. "When can I buy things? When can I pack them? When can I accomplish those leftover tasks?...." , questions started rising alarmingly all the while making my plan seem more unattainable. 

I said to myself the fact—All these things are going to be forever— evening duties, leftover tasks and uncertainties.... But, the trip? Only on those scheduled days. So "choose wise, Maha!", said my mind with an air of finality. 

After all those mental struggles, when I noticed the clock showed 10:30pm. "aaarggg...." I couldn't do anything productively as the excitement got the best of me. I just grabbed my mobile, surfed about Wayanad and its significant features as a tourist spot. It was so thought provoking to know more about the place. By then when I was basking in the whimsical world of Wayanad, my mom's voice rang in my ears. It had already turned 10:45pm by then and I was roused back to reality. Even dad was mad at me for staying awake so late without any purpose. I went into bedroom sheepishly, after accomplishing those 2-3 everyday chores. Because my parents have a simple rule... "One mischief and you are off your plan, baby!" 

Even when I was in bed, my memories drifted back to the trip. What costumes to be worn, how much money would be needed, whether snacks to be brought along or to be bought on the way, which bag to be taken along, whether to take some books along to read during the commute or if so would I be branded as a nerd?... "But I should take my notepad along", said my mind firmly. Because no one or nothing can be a better companion than a notepad and a pen. They always freeze the memorable moments so beautifully ( in my not so beautiful handwriting though)

When my mental plans were thus extending crazily, I was reminded of two tight corners— first of all I had to avail leave by hook or by crook then I had to go shopping to buy the essentials for the trip which I didn't have. That was quite a task it seemed. So I chose to do the easiest and most needed of the hour— closed my eyes, shutting my hyped brain and slept with the hope that tomorrow would take care of itself. 

The next morning, when the alarm went, my lazy hands didn't snooze it as they would do sometimes. Rather they turned that off and went on to fold the bedsheet so devotedly. Fingers crossed, I left the room closing the door behind to find out...



(To be continued....)

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