Former painter
No alarms, no sunshine gliding across my face, no abrupt end to a dream, my eyes just open up. Sleep has left my body. Almost involuntarily, my hands reach out to my phone. 11 A.M. I can’t remember if I was supposed to meet Muna at 11:15 A.M. in front of the dorms. Three seconds and I’m out of bed, hastily brushing my teeth and restoring some order to my bed simultaneously. By 11:10 A.M. I’ve put on the first clothes my hands touch and am ready to leave the room. As I run to the elevator, I give a call to Muna. “Muna, were we supposed to meet today?” “Ummm, I don’t think so, no.” “Oh, never mind. I can fuzzily remember making plans with you. Must have been in my dreams then.” “Mohit, I don’t have time for your tomfoolery okay. I’ll talk to you later.” “B-” By the end of the call, I’m outside the dorms. I start thinking about Omkar. Ever since I was young, I talked to myself a lot. All of that changed when one day I heard talking to oneself is a sign o...