The skies are not always sunny. The antelopes never always roam around the moor merrily. I tried to grab lessons from them.
     The college campus was exceptionally troublesome this day. Groups involving both the sexes were scattered around. A serious discussion was in progress. I could see Yash animatedly explaining something to a gang of inquisitives. I could overhear their conversation.
     "Did he say anything rude to you?", a girl asked Yash.
     "No". Yash replied in a tone full of annoyance.
     "Did he hit you or pull your legs in anyway?"
     "He was sleeping." Yash replied.
     "Sleeping?" a girl asked astonished, "So why did you hit him so hard then? Look he's bleeding profoundly."
     I turned my eyes through certain degrees and found a boy who clutched a handkerchief over his brutally injured nose.
     "Yesterday after class", Yash spoke panting, "I saw him having sex with my girlfriend in the classroom. I warned him twice in the past not to...."
     "Did you actually see him having sex with your girlfriend? Your girlfriend is such a bitch!" a girl asked with a faint smile at the corner of her lips.
     "Don't you even dare!" Yash was bursting in anger.
     I had no further interest to overhear the conversation. I walked towards the classroom. The sky was getting dark. The sun was armoured by a sheet of clouds. I started the countdown.
One.....Two.....Three..... People are having sex scandals around!
They are punching each other because somebody had stolen someone else's pleasure. My life is far better than their's. After a long time since, an unfamiliar bizarre happiness ran up through my veins. And at last at the count of Ninety five..... there appeared tiny drops of rain.

COLLEGE CAMPUS

       The world around me appears very much familiar yet sarcastically foreign. All around me, in the college campus, I could see guys and gals in handsome attire making merriment with each other. Beneath the shade, over the path which led to the canteen, which we named, 'GOSSIP'S CORNER' sat parties of enthusiastic adolescents laughing and teasing each other. Everybody seemed to have found a match for themselves. The exception was me. I hovered around the crowded campus. I could smell the hint of joy in the air around. Yet I failed to quite grasp it.
     Time mocked at me. I swerved past time without quite aware of its existence. The periods elapsed, without much of my knowledge. Yesterday my mind was not at all focused on him long since Professor Collins entered the class. I carefully tried to camouflage myself between the colours of my friends. But at last I was the one who had been asked the question bu Mr. Collins. I had absolutely no hint about, what on the earth question meant and soon found my way out of the class. Time definitely mocked me. The world around jeered about my presence. I learnt to get accustomed to it.