The Stay

I have been cracking my head trying to figure out what to write for the common assignment.With ten books on tort flipped opened in front of me and piles of photostated notes, the air conditioned room sounded so silent without a single soul present. The air of the city of KL is wet, windless after the massive downpour during the evenings. The night was bright with thousands of lights from the streets, vehicles and buildings, a view visible from the window of my college. It was 8pm. The sense of soiltude was significant as I sat in silence, trying my best to complete my work. The humming of the air conditioner eventually stopped in an abrupt end, as I began to sense the trickling of time passing as I paused between lines of words to ponder. Urgency seep in, I noticed. I frantically wrote only to listen to the rustling of papers and the scraping of my ball point pen upon parchment as my hand skiddled across my assignment. Page after page, I concentrated on my work, noticing my eyes were straining under tremendous load of concentration, as my contact lenses began to dry off and sting the corners of my eyes. It was 9pm, and finally, I completed my case study, with the utmost feeling of fleeting triumph. Quickly packing my stuff, I exited college to find myself walking on the rain-washed streets of China Town, on the way back to a place where I know I could anticipate a hot dinner and a cooling shower, a place where I called it my home.