A Journey to 25 | Day 17

I was promoted to eleventh grade. Without a second thought, I had taken Science as my field of studies for the next two years. I aspired to become a doctor. I had immersed myself in books. There was hardly any time to have fun. Yet life would present adventures every now and then. During the initial days of learning how to ride a scooty, my dad got me a fifth-hand scooty. Now, why do I call it a fifth-hand? Because it looked like it had lived its glorious life years ago and ever since had been handed down to anyone just in need for practice before investing in a brand new one. It worked fine except for one thing. No one knew about it until that dreadful day. I had planned to reach my coaching class early that day. Little did I know I would just be able to make it in time. As soon as I was on the road my scooty just stopped. I tried to start it multiple times but the engine wouldn’t budge. The fuel meter was marked at almost half. I decided to peep into the fuel tank and guess what I found, thin air swirling around. It looked empty, at least from where I was seeing. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t just abandon it in the middle of the road and be on my way. The only sensible thing to do was to drag it to the Fuel Station. The vehicle that seemed so light all these days was now the heaviest thing on the planet. Fuel Station was about a kilometer away. And what made it worse was the traffic on the road. I had to take a U-turn and the traffic made it seem impossible to cross the road. My eyes would fall on the watch every now and then, mentally calculating the amount of time I had left. I think it was one of the longest walks of my life. Finally, I made it to the Fuel Station. Sweat was dripping all over my face. It took a while to get the fuel. And then when I started my scooty, the engine roared bringing some relief to my anxiety filled heart. As I zoomed past the traffic the cold breeze hit my face, soaking away all the sweat and leaving the cold sensation behind. While nature tried to bring me some relief my mind pondered on the possibility of making it to class in time. I parked my scooty and ran to the stairs. I was rushing to the classroom. Usually, it is crowded and one has to move slowly to get to the class. But today the corridors were empty. I looked at my watch. It was time. The class must have begun. As I got closer to the class I saw my faculty still walking towards the class. I rushed towards him and both of us entered the class together. I had forgotten why I was planning to come in early. I had forgotten what class it is going to be. As I settled in my seat I could finally relax and calm down. The first few minutes of the class were like a blur. A time-lapse of the past hour was running in front of my eyes. In the world full of monotony the past hour was indeed an adventure.