It was raining heavily, more than it usually does,the 'retreating monsoon showers' let my brows risen. i don't like these monsoon rains as they increase the humidity ,moisture in the air and rather enhance my temper which usually lies on a narrow edge. I hate that stickiness on my skin and that sun tanned face with an oily glow ,which turns your tissues dusky brown whenever you try to wipe that away.I started opening various cupboards to look for an umbrella, the one that once my dad had bought for me.  Being very particular about the color of my accessories to be bright and beautiful, i cant stand dull colors at all . My bed-sheet,blanket ,quilts, toothbrush in particular should be outstanding. i would fight with my mom over ugly quilt-cover or blankets.
Finally i got the glimpse of my umbrella behind a stack of old clothes which my mother had kept for charity. Holding umbrella in one hand , i took over my car's keys and stepped back towards the mirror in the lobby for the last examination.On getting an approval of my good looks ,i brisked away shouting 'goodbye  mamma! i'll be back soon', i unlocked my car and bumped into my driving seat. I am very fond of driving but when it comes to my city's roads i usually get ridiculed and keeps on grumbling about the poor driving sense of the drivers.so driving becomes a tension rather!

It was the last year of my college.I had made lots of friends and a few really closer ones. I enjoyed the professional life of an engineering college more than the displined culture of the school. i hate being woken up so early, wearing school uniform,making plats with ribbons,following strict time table of school,doing homework.While the college was so much of fun, so much unlike the school's rigidness.i felt like a free bird who could do whatever she desires of.