He half opens his eyes, his left hand still on the alarm clock. It was all dark around him, not even a hint of light.
He stops just as his hand was about to hit the alarm clock again. Anguished he curses Mrs. Desai, the head mistress of the house.
He hates it when she changes the alarm time without letting him know. He knows its futile to hate her, the more anguished he will feel the more it will be difficult to go to sleep again. He knows she won’t be up by at least 2 hrs by now.
His eyes still closed, he gathers himself up so as to rest his back on the wall. He wonders why has she woken him up so early. Neither is Mr. Desai home, so there’s no point washing the car and nor is it’s Nahar’s examination time that he may need a tea or milk now.
Still wondering but too angry to complete any of his thought, he starts counting the ticks of the clock, and abandons it when he can’t remember the next number.
The only reason he likes counting is that it makes him fall asleep quickly.
“Mohan,” comes the yelling.
“Mohan, Where the hell are you.”
He opens his eyes suddenly, tries locating at the door, which is barely visible in the dark. The sound of her footsteps reaching the door increases. Quickly he throws the bed sheet away and gets off the bed in panic. As he moves, his eyes stop at the curtains, hiding the windows behind, which were just put up yesterday for the first time.
The left side of the curtains flutters and his panic grows ten folds as light form outside hits his eyes.
“How come you are still not out of the bed,” comes the yell from behind.
“Its good 30 minutes that your alarm must have rung,” she says.
“Sorry…aa..I thought..curtains..,” he murmers.
“Shut up! Go to the kitchen and don’t you dare get anything near your mouth before noon,” she says looking as angry as she can.
He slowely moves towards the door, cursing her and those damn curtains.