Unleashed Thoughts

Y et another stream of thoughts interrupted, with the loud thundering noise outside. As I look through the plain glass window, the gathering of the ominous clouds casting their shadows on the ground below, I firmly come to the conclusion that out there is where I belong, not in this stuffy classroom loaded with a monologue! Out there, filling my senses with the smell of the wet Earth, kiss of the first showers, sight of the overcast sky and the strangely comforting sound of thunder, as of the pitter patter rain drops while tasting the pure drops of water from the heavens themselves—that is where I truly belong, feeling alive with every single passing moment. Rains always evoked that excitement in me. Rains always held that mystique calling. They brought the smile back on my face and a pining in the lit up eyes. And though I may rave and rant about the summers and winters, the rains- whenever they come are most welcome. They have my heart and every feeling that is inspire

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes was all it took me this time to escape from the shackles of the real world and wander in the boundless imagination of the restless mind. The burly lady’s voice smoothly resonates in the otherwise noiseless background, with no more significance than a hum of a song or the purr of a kitten, and her words fade away even before they fall on my ears. As I jumped gaily from one thought to another, held only by a very thin string of connection, my mind was active and wandering, though, the body was still and seated in a classroom of 50 ambitious young MBA students. I nod my head, put on a profoundly quizzical expression on my face and look down in to the notebook, penning my thoughts- at least on those that don’t drift away before I make a mention of them. To someone on the other side of the classroom, teaching with all their might, this simple act is enough to convince them of my sincerity and interest in the subject. Deception? Yes. But where did thi