It is the best of the times (not really), we are young and carefree in Bay city . Well at least I am anyway .Even though I should not be. But how can one help oneself ? This stage is prerequisite before disaster strikes. I do my morning walks through a path covered in , what suspiciously looks like cherry blossom, only they have way too many green leaves . During my 6 years of being around chaterlly road i never saw them bloom once, until this August,that is. When I stayed at Nirvana housing complex,with its miniature boat shaped bridge and neon lights i never saw them bloom. But three years later I went to Nivarna to exercise my body first time in a while and my friend excitedly pointed out to me," look don't they absolutely look like cherry blossom??"
" what would cherry blossom be doing in here? And don't they have ONLY flowers when they bloom and no leaves?"
"Maybe its because of the climate, cause its hot you know ,never cold enough"
"its plenty hot in japan too. isn't it??"
" i wouldn't know. You're the one obsessed with anime."
This friend of mine goes to an engineering college. And I now go to a law school. (I passed my admission test somehow) .We were on our summer break accumulating belly fat. So we decided to start morning walks. Hence came the cherry blossoms . We often talk about how she will embezzle funds in future and I will help her walk away. And it always ends up with me saying I would rather study land law because there's where real money is at. A land dispute goes on for a very long time and the best part ?? lt doesn't even matter whether your client wins or not they will still have to pay. Its like having long lasting job security. Only studying land laws is horrid. That's the only barrier between me and my success apparently.
We go way back Neela ( the future engineer ) and I , we used to be neighbors. Back then our high school was far far away. It was quite a prestigious school and for some reason we just had to get in, everyone from our middle school was in soomething of a craze ,this fascination evaporated the moment we stepped on the school though. But I suppose it happens to everyone. Anyhow, the way we would attend school is that we would traverse through warren of jam packed streets and finally reach our terminus. The mornings were not so dreadful however when we would arrive home it was whole new level of expedition . People would go insane on the way back. There was this underclass man who played this song he found very intriguing .It was Bangla apparently, I had no idea where he had got it from. Its called chumki choleche eka pothe . He played it on loop for the 3 hours it took us to reach home. And for some reason we would never tell Tim to stop playing the song. The air conditioner got repeatedly out of order and we had to sit in that sweltering heat and listen to tim and his friends play the song on this bluetooth speaker they bought with them. Without exception we would fall asleep half way through and wake up when we arrived at home , Tim would stop playing only then. Speaking of Air conditioners , a phenomenon always occurred when it was not working , I myself can not stand faulty AC, boarding the bus I always advised my fellow peers to turn off the damn AC. But oh God forbid if they listened.Thinking back I should say tropical people have a fascination with AC, they never ever want to turn it off. Therefore the bus would sprint with vigor , well as much vigorous it can get considering the traffic situation and at some point the AC would start exuding hot air . Naturally the temperature would get higher than it was outside. After this much deliberation someone would open the windows and say " shit we should have opened the windows sooner , the breeze outside is quite refreshing" Only it was futile to open the windows then since we were already home or 10 minitue away from home then. This would happen everyday without fail. As Felicity said everytime we passed this park adjacent to a mental clinic ( it had a transparent glass wall for some reason and the way we knew it belonged to that was there was a sign board stating that fact) we should visit that clinic someday. Our conversation went as following
" Oh , Chole look at that park its your natural habitant"
" Not at all my dearest Felicity babe, ITS YOURS , I can practically see you swinging your ass on that huge willow tree"
" Chole you have such an uncultured mouths , go bleach it"
" Shut up!!!! and how about turning the damn AC off for once."
I talk to Felicity on phone sometimes , We can not meet much now. She moved for college.
OH how I miss those days. I miss them morbidly.