It is 6:30 in the morning. I and Neha are in the atrium in the academic block, eyes half open, cutting flower petals and leaves. It is Onam and we are making the pookalam. There are 3 mallus around us, in various stages of sprightliness. I think they are enough to invade another gulf country. We ask them to sing some Onam songs. A techno mallu plays them on iTunes instead.
Meanwhile Neha and I are deciding on ways to keep awake. Both of us have slept 8 hours between us, she had four and I had four.
There has been a lot of silence since we started the preparations. I try my hand at conversation.
Me: How was your business policy class presentation?
She : It went well…..(long pause as she makes effort to speak.) How was yours?
We continue to do our job. It is a while before Neha speaks.
She : We were in the same group , right?
I realise that we were. The swine flu prevalent in Pune must have some memory-related side effects.
We continue to make the flower rangoli. Aah….Happy Onam!!