Deep Adhya, PhD

I was dreaming of food, of homely Bengali food. It was giving me immense pleasure to dream even though I faintly knew that it was morning and I had to reach lab by ten o’ clock. I was dreaming, as I said, when I was startled out of my beautiful dream by a loud thud. I woke up instantly to find a bottle of water lying on the floor and some water trickling out of its cap. I wondered how on earth the bottle managed to fall from the table. It wasn’t even one of those windy days when the curtains of the room would fly so high that it would tickle my ears while I slept. I looked at the watch, and it was six-thirty in the morning. I heaved a sigh of relief and thought I would make use of my early start. I prepared to make my early morning visit to the loo with my toothbrush in one hand. I walked towards the door of my room which was ajar. The doors of my room are usually left open to let the heavens flow through them and cleanse the evil out of our souls while we sleep. Well, fact is it is ne...