An awakening tug or trance-formed ?
He hurriedly packed a sandwich and stuffed it into his bag, threw a quick glance at himself in the dappled mirror, as he rushed out on a cold and windy day, locking the door behind him. Walking with long strides, a little spring in his step, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the biting, but invigorating nip in the air. His mind was at ease, yet excited, a strange sense of warmth enveloped him. He felt a certain connect with the entire universe. He watched the morning rush as people of all colours and sizes scurried around to keep pace with the clock. Time and tide wait for none, was the thought that came to his mind as he stepped on to the bus, with a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He was twenty five, well-built and extremely attractive or so he had been often told in the last two years in school, when the girls swooned over him. He however, preferred to remain aloof then and even now, not really giving much credence to what they said. Girls were...