One normal day in a sunny second semester, I was in the afternoon theory class. Just the casual note-taking, sleep-waking, watch-seeing. Something different was to happen that day. It came through the address-less letter. The Circular. The poen entered the class with it. So rare in a semester a circular comes. So this was one hell of a rare day. I don't really remember what the content in the circular was but I do know what it was for. It was for the Entomology show or something. The Dean has asked us to view and learn the art of Sericulture. It's the art of rearing of Silkworms. It was kept just like an exhibition where visitors walk past each slides and other things kept. There were volunteers who would explain or clarify our doubts (For freaks like me). The slides were arranged on one side of our long corridor. We were so excited that they had cancelled the classes after that. So, it was a fun visit with no lessing in the attendance.
As a student of the class where the circular came, I walked out to see what was there. There was a girl standing near the slides. She was in her 20s and she seemed like a student, I think, as she was wearing an Identity Card. Or more probably my Senior. It doesn't really matter. I glanced the exhibits. The Silkworms were kept in different trays based on their stage. The first was very small and it started getting bigger with an increase in its stage. It eats and eats and eats. That's the creature's life. Wish I was that. But I don't like growing fat, so let's skip that wish. None touched the worm or asked questions. That is the time where the One enters the scene(Who? Where? How?).Um... It is me. I stand there observing them eat those Mulberry leaves just like you see Jerry munching up a cheese where the full cheese turns smaller and smaller as it eats. The final stage of the worm were the huge ones. Those looked like what Bear Grylls eats. I didn't need Protein at that time. Had a Canteen nearby. Did not eat it.
I took one in hand and it felt great. The spongy body with pieces of leaves inside and the silky texture of the wowm- it was really good. Everything's going great.I make jokes (hardly laughable but some laugh even at them. Or maybe at me of my lame jokes? Who cares? I don't live for what they like) and stand there asking the senior(or whoever) doubts that she can't answer, playing with the worms. This was going smooth and just before when I started thinking "This is a nice day" something happened. Three boys came to see the worms, I mean, the Sericulture exhibits. They were taller than me. One of them was muscular and white not as white as me! This is the chap I'm gonna tell you about. He came to us. At that time, I was just talking to that senioe girl. He came up and joined our conversation. He was talking nice.
I usually talk Kundakka-Mandakka with some take-it-easy-looking people. He started questioning me like "Where are you from? Where are you staying?" I was replying coolly "In the world. In a room." He smiled and I thought "Ha, take-it-easy-guy!". But he grabbed my hand and pulled me outside the building. He got mad but with spectators around he pretended to be smiling. He said that he was a Post Graduate! "Oh, good Heavens! 60 people out there but why me?". His grab was tight. From my childhood, it hurts when someone grabs or twists my hand(even for fun). I begged him to let me go and I kept telling him I was sorry. If I had known he was a senior.... No no... Super senior, I would've ducked like a duck. He hit me two times or even more. And then he let go my hand and he started to talk. I was like 'What's he gonna do?"
I must've helped someone in my previous birth (I don't believe in these things but for a sentence starter, this seems well) and that has saved me from him. He said that he was like me at my age. And advised me not to talk like that to strangers. I had no go-s. So All Nods I was. Man, it was horrible. Never have I had my heart beat that fast. It ended. If he sees me now, he gives a polite smile. I give the same back.
So, here's what I say:
Don't do anything I do. Can end up dangerous!
Don't know how to end it. But I think this is okay. Really?
Aanh! Mankatha da...!
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