Oneiromancy

Chapter 1

Will i ever meet him?
I don't know if it's a reverie or a dream.
Sometimes it's between these two. But the question is why him. He's neither among those hot guys nor an academic scholar. Of course, it's not about the feelings. Then what is it about?
Spiritual connection?

Staring at the white roofs I examined every other way that i can realistically connect to him but the result was almost nil.

"Lea, wake up, it's 8:30"
Mom screamed from the kitchen.

I was having online classes from 8o'clock, I checked the time, it was 7:30am. I wasn't able to thoroughly stretch my arms. I felt uneasiness in my walk to washroom.

While I was brushing, I probed myself in the mirror. There was a new pimple right below my lips in the chin. I blamed myself for having to much oil in my diet last week. The light blue veins that showed up under my eyes become more visible in the spotlight above the mirror. It gave me anxiousness. I felt the need of having an under eye cream at the age of 18. I took a cup of tea from kitchen and opened my laptop to attend the session.

I'm a JEE aspirant or you can say that my parents want me to be a JEE aspirant because half a dozen of my cousins were successful in securing seat at top IIT colleges. I wasn't one with inadequate grades, I secured 95% in my boards and could easily get a seat in government colleges but right now I'm sitting in front of my laptop staring at Girish Maheshwari's physics class. He was our only Kota faculty and had shortcuts for literary everything. I love him because he never asks students to on their cameras. I was a type of student who never had opened the mic, on the other hand there are students who never mute their mic too.

I observed four types of students in every coaching classes. The one like Abhijit , whose parents are IIT graduates, so forced to become one to preserve their fame. The one like Raghav, who haven't dreamed about anything else other than IIT, he also solved every H C Verma's books in addition to coaching classes. The one like Ritika, who went to dummy schools , so did poorly in boards and have no money for private colleges. And finally the one like me who have no interest but studying for parent's sake. Social studies was my treasured subject, but gave up on social after 10th to fulfil my parent's unfulfilled dreams. I ran my index finger through NCERT physics and tried to catch up what Girish sir is taking.

"Why haven't he gave me the usual smile when i got off from the train"

A thought flashed through my mind for straight 2 seconds and vanished. I wasn't able to recall that instance again, but it doesn't seem like a lost dream. I can see life in his eyes even though it was only for 2 seconds. It is more like something that happened in a distant past.

"Who is he?"

My conscious mind asked to my subconscious mind.