I’ve always wanted to drop down to the grass, kiss it and roll around it. Letting it all lose with feelings of happiness, etc, and all that shit, maybe from the feeling of falling in love. whatever.

So yesterday god granted that wish but it wasn’t how i pictured it to be.

So there i was, walking towards uni.. along the pathway next to the the village green. Beside the pathway, the land sloped down to a moist green field, which reflected the rays of the setting sun.

And there was, an attractive girl, elle a saisi mon coeur!, walking towards me heading in the opposite direction, not too far away. She caught me staring and i panicked.

I wandered in awe and lost concentration, so much that i didn’t realise that half my foot was in a pothole. I lost balance and i fell awkwardly. It wasn’t a proper fall even.. it was one of those falls where you go, “uh-oh uh-oh, i think i am falling, i’m going down..i’m going down slowly. ha-ha, excuse me, i think i will fall slowly”

As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, conditions were perfect for the consequence to escalate. It was like getting caught walking around campus with a piece of macaroni pasta on your shirt and accidentally snorting when you laugh to brush it away, only to cough heavily because you choked on your own saliva before you can defend yourself from the barrage of laughters. The awkward fall, the pot hole, the slippery path way, the small slope downwards and the wet grass. It was all there, had these things be ingredients of some sort, the witch of oz would be delighted that it all came together perfectly.

and so it happened, once i hit the ground, i slipped even further (who slips again while they’re lying ground anyway? Genius joke, god. Genius) and i rolled my ass down the slope. Any smart or sane person would’ve made a decent effort to stop rolling and stand up. But i was neither that time, it was 100% pure idiot rolling down the small hill and i continued to roll down the gently-slopping hill, until the fence stopped this momentum of ridicule. I didn’t need to wonder what wet grass tasted like, i was living the dream, baby. but as far as i was concerned, i was chowing on the grass like a cow on LSD.

A Passer-by looked at me in a curious way. Half curious, half amused actually. and who wouldn’t? From the distance, the whole scene would’ve looked like i decided to kneel down and said ” Well, it’s a nice wet day, i think i’ll have a jolly good roll down this hill before my class. Tra-la-la-la”

Then comes along, several people, asking the question we all expect, with half-assed sincerity, “Are you alright?”

But you know that what they really wanted to ask was, “What the fuck are you doing?”

What am i doing? I was just expressing my life through an expressive contemporary dance. Wonder and adore my grass coated costume! I hope you aaaaallll enjoyed my performance. Allow me to waltz my way out of here gracefully. ’till then, danke und auf wiedersehen, leuter!

Ironically, i was wearing dirt brown that time, the grass matched perfectly with my attire. Maybe, it was a good day to roll down.

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