Its raining lightly as you sip coffee. There are people of different shades of skin and hair and eyes talking about several different things in several different languages. You end up speaking English, talking to those you don’t know so well, about important things; things you wouldn’t talk about to just random people. You talk about religion; you talk about war; you talk about abstract things like love and hate; you tell stories from your past. Finally you enter this packed room and you know it is too small. Then, you enter this tiny, little corner. You get disgusted at first. Then you take care of the bed a little…the bed that has a little stuffed animal on the side. Then you undress in the tiny space of yours, almost extremely private. You shove the clothes in the laundry bag. Already a sign of procrastination. You enter the warm blanket despite the fan running in circles above your head. It is as though it is trying to hypnotize you. That tiny place now seems cozy under the blanket. But you wonder why there is light. There is a book that lies on your desk, far away but you don’t want to read it now. You are too tired because of what you had seen today. Children of all sizes and shapes who deserve so much but their fate denies them that. You question whether you are here to change their fate. You know, all you can do is help. Perhaps, help them smile. You suddenly spot a Maggi wrapper carelessly thrown on your floor. You can’t remember when the last time you cooked noodles was.  Finally you turn off the lights and close your eyes. You think about the life around you. Things that walk, things that crawl and things that buzz. Images flash by your mind about what you did today—the children, the spicy, colorful food, random numbers and equations from the white board, the computer screen…and then you return to oblivion. A sudden pang reminds you to set the alarm for tomorrow. You set it at 6:30 and then reschedule the shower to sometime in the evening if you are lucky enough. So you reset the alarm to 7:00 so that you can get to breakfast and sip coffee once more when it is raining. (Sur)real, isn’t it?