I tied my hair, wore my coat, took my phone and walked out of the building in a hurry; I was going to the boys’ hostel and I wanted to reach as fast as I could. My hands were shaking and my face was in a mess but I was least bothered about it. I was not in my senses and I knew I was being impulsive because if I thought about it with a cool mind, it was pretty sure he wasn’t back yet, but I did not let myself be calm. My fear had crossed all its limits.
The wind started blowing a little faster than usual and the cold increased. No one was around and the skies were fully grey. I was aware of my nose and ears turning red and freezing but it couldn’t stop me. The walk from our accommodation to the boys’ was briefly seven to eight minutes but today, it felt like forever; my growing impatience
