Moment

The 30-minute break started, and I turned off the lights, treating my bag like a pillow, hoping to rest my tired eyes, though sleep was nowhere to be found.

High on oxygen, I started mumbling to myself, surrounded by humming voices, the rushing fans, and the dim light from the smart board. My jacket was hanging off my shoulders as I lay down to rest.

A long sigh slipped out.

"You know, I watched Eromanga Sensei recently, and now I am gushing with creativity, it's a show about novels and lewd illustrations, and now my mind just keeps sparking up ideas for a book I can write."

"The urge to just start on a book that I will probably never finish is too great but I somehow resist." "Well, I am much much behind in my studies. It's been a week since Diwali, the physical exhaustion is gone but my mind is still away from here."

"O dear, how will I even study?"
"I guess I'll have to manage somehow."
"I'll save these light bulbs of friction in a safe locker away from my mind."
"How will I study?” I muttered. “Guess I’ll have to manage somehow. These lightbulb ideas, I’ll just lock them up somewhere safe… away from my mind.”

"Kya bol raha hai?" Rohit's voice cut through.

"Kuch nahi," I replied, sitting up and brushing the hair off my face. (Shampooed today, so my hair actually looked good.)

I looked over at him, and he raised an eyebrow. "Kya hai?"

"Kuch nahi," I said, giving him a casual nod, then settled back down, resting my head again on my bag full of thick, study-hardened books.