This day was spent mostly on walking. A hundred brisk steps to get to the university and a hundred steps more to get back home. Repeat the same course of action until feet bleeds dry, and what I get at the end of the day is a bucketful of running sweat and wasted determination.
I didn’t know people take earthquake drills as a joke. I actually waited for the sound to fall flat on my ears and shake me off my feet like it would shake the earth. But in the end there was only their voices, young and full of sarcasm about things they refuse to know and to understand.
If the ground ever shake from where I now stand, there would be only one thing I would do.