So there i was sitting dishevelled
on the bleachers of the football ground. It was a breezy afternoon with the
smell of freshly mown grass and of the upcoming spring prevalent in the air.
The temperature was just perfect, neither hot, nor cold and not at all humid. The
best part however was the Football practice of the university girls’ team going
on there. The heaving and sweating bodies, the grunts of putting in efforts and
the flushing of the cheeks was a sight to cherish. Had it been any other
time I would have indeed cherished it, I mean it’s not every day in IIT do you
get to see 23 girls running with their shorts flapping and T-Shirts hugging to
their bodies. But nothing was interesting to me that day, not weather, not smell,
not even girls. I tried to put myself into the book again. I had come to the
ground because the room was biting me. I needed some fresh air. The book couldn’t
keep hold of my interest.
I wanted my dose; I had to have it,
desperately, anyhow, by hook or by crook. I felt as if I had to put in efforts
to breathe. My head was feeling kind of funny yet nothing worth laughing came
out when i spoke. So what was it? My body temperature was slightly elevated and
I had previously run to mess for food and yet couldn’t swallow one single bite.
I was trying to fight against it, not to succumb to it but like a camel in a
marshy land, I was getting caught up more and more. My efforts were only
fuelling my burning desire. I tried to stop that craving by biting my thumb, by
running a 100 m dash, by jumping from 10 feet but all in vain, none could give
me that high which i wanted. And then after trying all what i can think of
which was nothing much seeing that my brain was numb; I decided to have my
dose- I called her...
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