I was lucky that my parents didn't see me going towards the bathroom, or else they would surely have scolded me and asked a lot of questions. Perhaps time didn't move when I left home, and perhaps time in the place where I was moving didn't move though I was no longer there. I didn't care about that anymore. If time wouldn't move, then it favored me, and if time would fly, it favored me too. Time was time, spending itself on everyone. It couldn't be seen or touched. It would only pass by and ...