Saturday Morning. I slept in late. And when I woke up, the scenes in my mind’s eye was like the soft, beautiful sunshine at dawn. I drowned in them.
The first thing I did was to tell my roomie that I saw a dream. Not any dream. I was working in ‘his’ lab. The Professor who had been my Obsession for six months now… Yeah, they tease me on this. Call it my Crush.
Could have been a teenage fancy. But sorry, I have left the golden age of adolescence behind me. Some advise me to keep away from him since I wouldn’t be able to concentrate and do any work of worth around him. Others ask me to wake up.
I have heard them all. But they are all wrong.
I have always wanted to be a scientist. As far as I can remember. Long before I knew the word ‘research’! In fact, I can’t quite place the exact age such an idea flowered in me.