As i was taking a walk on my way back home this morning, ( I had to drop off my sister at a coaching home) I felt a cool breeze. Even though such breeze are pretty rare in Dhaka, life is too busy to feel the difference. But today it brought some memory along with it.
At that time i wasn't fully awake, just as i used to be in my days in MCSP, during PT. I would be on my feet, fully dressed, in my running shoes, but I would be in a trance like state. Just like the they show in horror movies. Like zombies are rising from their grave and advancing slowly to the target. We, the students did pretty much the same. Some of my friends even went to bed wearing complete PT dress! It was always up to the northward cool breeze, coming from the sea to wake us up. I hated the PT in early morning but i loved the cool breeze. I never regret quiting MCSP but deep in my heart i miss that gentle breeze. My bed used to by the window which was south faced. (thanks to Tariqul bhaia. with out him i would never be able to secure that fantastic spot.) I never bothered about power cut during hot summer days, because if i had my window open, it would feel like I have the AC on. i really miss that weather of Khulna.
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