22nd day of March 🌸

 

As the sun began hiking down the trail, it decided to throw some pebbles in the sea of clouds and in no time, a warm afternoon of my city turned into a windy weather with a little rainfall. 

While some craved for their partner's touch, some craved for a warm cup of tea and some headed out with friends to challenge the strength of the wind, I a major in Geography was busy in finding out the phenomenon that brings a sudden dose of happy shower in a heating march. 

I usually have very long classes, some even extend more than three hours. So was today and I zoned out a little! 

My teacher or Mr. Professor as I like to call him was teaching us the concept of artificial intelligence and my brain somehow connected it to the human emotions. 

A voice inside my head goes, "Do you think Mr. Professor cries too or is he as tough as he appears in the class?" 

I don't really know wheather my mind resonated with that of Mr. Professor but he replied or rather, he told the whole class, "It's been almost 80 days in 2025 and trust me, I have bad days too! I have cried too in these 80 days!"

His reply brought me back to the class and all I could feel was a smile on my face. Was this smile a reassurance to Mr. Professor that I could relate with him or was this smile sitting on my face the whole time? 

Oh wait! Let me introduce you to Mr. Professor, Dr. S! I choose to call him El Profesor at times. (Yes, I learnt that way before Money Heist). Spanish language feels like a warm brownie in a cold weather to me!

As Mr. Professor turned around to demonstrate us the neural network of AI, the neurons inside my head began to ponder how he knew so much in such a great detail? 

Well! Mr. Professor's mind didn't choose to resonate with mine this time. A loud thud of the window revived my attention for the second time.

My class was almost over by now and it had started to drizzle a little. 

My house is nearby and I live alone. Sometimes it's peaceful and sometimes this silence aches something inside me. 

Today's silence embraced me with a musical hug. That sounds oxymoronic right? But not to my body! My body refused to stop from doing the slow dance. 

Perhaps, there was a music inside me! Perhaps there lies a music inside all of us and a random windy day of a warm March knocks our doors just to remind us to dance a little!

....... To be continued

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