……….. I told you folks I’d be back again coz I’m not done with it yet. Took some time myself but can’t take this GRE-the way it bludgeoned me last night when I woke up at around 2. At a time, I thought I was dreaming – a part of my subconscious mind creating the words itself and the other searching for its meaning. The next- I wondered if it was my playlist in my cell phone running the word master-with words, their spellings, meanings, and their usage sequentially along with the background music which is definitely not dulcet. ‘ figment- F-I-G-M-E-N-T- invention of the mind, something imagined…. Damn what was its third meaning? Oh god! I forgot it.’ Shall I listen to the chapters from the inception to the end?? Think, muse, ponder, ruminate whatever it’s called but try to get the meaning of the word figment. I don’t recall if I was murmuring or it was going just inside my head but I’m sure sleep didn’t come to me till I get the exact remaining synonyms. My mind was half sleeping and half awake as if somnoloquent so I had a scant chance of remembering the remaining synonym. Discord between my mind and body makes me feel I’m getting anxiety attacks, wanting me to kick out the bed sheets and blanket like a stubborn child; I guess I did. I couldn’t take the altercation ( in a sense my mind and body are two separate beings and not working in harmony), I scanned ( I’m wondering how I did that with my eyes closed- of course it wouldn’t have mattered had they been open coz my lights were out) for my cell phone. Yeah-under my sweet pillow which is on my left ( if you are wondering I have three pillow though I sleep alone hehe); exactly where I placed it before sleep. I’m bewildered- Unlike everyday how come it didn’t fall off my bed today? But what is this- no matter whatever button I press the screen doesn’t glow. Here goes my Chinese cell phone with a battery of spasmodic life cheating me. Now I have to switch on to charge the battery for which I have to get out of my bed, out of the net gingerly or get my blood sucked by hungry mosquitoes for my unscrupulous action. Oh God! Now I realized why the white faced gray haired every smiling English Instructor always tells that preparing for GRE is a grueling process. Shall I give up?? I don’t know who was uttering “Don’t give up! Don’t give up!” with the capital Ds like an incantation, sounds that echoed from far but reverberating my room or it’s just my mind or ears. Well I didn’t and that’s why I stick my right hand out of the net-Yes gingerly, my left hand holding the cell phone, to the switch beside my bed at the alcove. After connecting it to my cell phone, I took time to appreciate myself for keeping my room arranged everything in its own place; though I bungle something sometimes. LOL. Tell you what, I did everything without even opening my eyes- hope you believe I’m not a bungler now. hehe. Along with my hand I let a troop of mosquitoes which are now taking a marshal approach -buzzing- may be discussing who starts sucking my blood from where. While my left hand was busy switching on cell phone and searching for the meanings of the word into the word master my legs located the blanket and pulled it till my right hand reached for it to back me up from the mosquitoes. Yes I found the word and all three synonyms. Figment- F-I-G-M-E-N-T - invention of the mind; something imagined; myth.
When I woke up in the morning, I was content for my accomplishment the night before. Something’s itchy over my forehead and as I look at the mirror-three red boils- I’m not surprised because the way the mosquito troop projectile towards my head when I covered it with the blanket, one surely make it through.
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