White Beauty

The buildings are all white, with slanting red roofs. The whole atmosphere looks ethereal, almost as if being driven by hypothetical laws.
We have clean and dry mess plates, sinks that never clog, sparkling cutlery, cold water and lemons of 1" diameter!
The rotis are edible (by some trick they manage to make wheat taste like wheat and not rubber), and salt pots that aren't stained with yellow.
Moreso, there is a sweeper who is all eager to clean up my 2-bedroomed apartment.
The professors here are some other species altogether. They want us to learn! MAGIC, I must say. The building where I have been stacked up, is nest to 4 families. One of them on the groundfloor happens to be my Programme Coordinator. The other day when I had trouble with some plug points, a middle-aged lady (whom I conveniently woke up in the middle of night, also a Professor's wife), came up with a smile to fix my troubles.
There is a computer room, where I am presently resting my bums on, where I can take probably a thousand print-outs from.
This place actually gets one going. A bundle of lazy bones that I am, I get around to doing and undoing things for around 12 hours. Maybe it is the food, or could even be the air-conditioning, could even be my ever smiling guide who constantly keeps twisting his big moustaches.
Condemned by IIT, I feel in heaven's lap when my guide effervescently says that I can understand physics, and that I am not a misfit.
When dusk begins to settle on this rainbow ground, one finds about a dozen peacocks keka ing to glory.
The dark lining of this silver cloud is that by the time its time to pack up my bags for the place we call Mecca of technical education in India, I will be black as charcoal, and fat as a sack of rice.