Opportunity, out of thin air-3

The trick was, just to put off things for a while. My mom can't stop me from such academic or professional endeavours. Something in me said that she would budge (but only if I be quiet). So I didn't shout or sulk. Hours passed. When it was ten minutes to four, she asked me when I  had to leave. That implied, there were no more splinters on my path to NIT-T. "4:30pm", told I and got ready as such. 

Incidentally mom and dad couldn't make it to go out that evening. Nonetheless, I wasn't allowed to call dad to drop me, as he got held up in our shop. That didn't matter. I still had my scooty for my rescue at least until SIT. From there I could manage to board the bus to NIT-T. 

When I reached the bike stand, it was half past four. I had time. Needn't rush as always. When I went to the bus stop, I could see nobody waiting. To add fuel to the fire, the sun was blazing overhead. But none of them could put a mud bund to my excitement. 

With my crossed fingers, I boarded the bus. Here I'm. Off to NIT-T. Being seated in the window seat of the first two-seater, I began to drift off, listening to Rahman's, all the while looking through the window. Every single building, outlet, person that was passing by seemed so new and afresh. Despite being a native of Trichy, I hadn't gone farther than BHEL so frequently. That made the places seem more alluring. 

With a sheer hope for a brand new learning, I reached NIT-T. The weather was magical. The scorching sun had started to smile warmly. There was something mesmerising about the air and ambiance.

(To be continued....)