RevisionIt was getting on for the end of October. Rahul had started waking up early, ostensibly to study, but in reality to drink a leisurely cup of coffee while watching the seagulls swooping and weaving over the glittering water as the sun came up. One time, he got his binoculars and began watching them, and then he was hooked.
“Why is it that there seem to be so many interesting things to do when I have to study?” he asked himself. “But if I didn’t have exams, I wouldn’t wake up early to watch birds!” And the best naps were always taken on the divan in the living room after reading a couple of pages of Davidson’s textbook of Medicine. He hadn’t sat with Atul on the terrace for ages, either, for Atul was self-admittedly a nocturnal being, and Rahul preferred to wake up early, at least t
