Quintessence

Nothing is going on in my mind The morning breeze was blowing on my face, and just like every other day, the intricately lined window blocked its passage, like soldiers blocking enemy army, and yet some found their way in. I pushed off my sheets and looked up. It was 7.05 am already. I grabbed a coffee before I could grab my brush, as the incident last night impacted my mind, more than anything would.  I tried to throw them off, when I sidled back the coffee and walked down the stairs to get ready for my college. Post pulling myself into a comfortable accouter, I slipped myself to my bike, as I started for college, and  there it started, the musings. I crossed a guy sauntering in that hot weather. He was dressed in rags, his skin worn out, I wondered, “Is he a vagabond, why is his teeth red? Did he have pan? Why everybody here has pan? What do they find in it? And before I could finish my thought, a passerby, a fellow traveller spitted his pan onto my pant. I know it didn’t