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.