I spend a lot of my time outside the hut. Many a time, I have screamed like a screamed like a banshee and howled like a demented werewolf. Every time I feel a need to release my tension and every pent-up anger then I have foolishly retained the whole week.
Not too far away from the hut, it’s a stream that has always seemed inviting on hot days. As the sun rises in the sky and the humidity of the jungle gets to me, I discard my clothes and take a cold dip. Algebra and History seem like million miles away. I clamber up a rock under a shady tree and let the drowsiness suck me away into oblivion.
I have always regarded the hut and the immediate vicinity