The last two weeks have been very busy and oddly, morbid for me. The reason: a compulsory disaster management program. No, this program was not about salvaging disastrous business decisions; the management jargon for that would be crisis management. This program focussed on topics like NCB ( nuclear, chemical and biological) warfare, environmental laws, first aid, CPR and more. Did the program help me? I am inclined to say that it did not. Were I to be stranded in a fire, I would still panic, if there were wounds, I'd freeze and I don't think I will ever be able to discuss warfare quite as casually in case of a looming threat.> Adding to the misery of the somber undertones of these classes, was the sheer length of these discussions that began at 9 a.m. and ended at 6 p.m., with no real breaks and unwholesome food, courtesy of my college cafeteria.
> But, in between all this sadness came my rainbow of hope, and literally...in the form of a double rainbow. Two perfect semi circles, one neon and bright, and the other pastel and pretty. The sight of these rainbows excited me and filled me with anticipation of the wonderful things to come. And yet again, I figured that it is small things like these that make a very boring week a lot of fun. The other small things: hot rice, rich ice cream, filter coffee when it rains, a good book, loud laughs, little gifts and my new favourite, twinkling fairy lights.