a mystical happening

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Met my supervisor on a Monday - first bad decision;
Dressed in Monday blues, my cotton dress soaks up the heat.
Enter the dreadful cabin, twas the witching hour!
I had no clue.
Left the cabin to soak in the sun,
Her scholars follow,
They whisper to me, tell me to run.

I do not listen - this stubborn whimsy;
I believe there is something to learn even in the coldest corner of Delhi.
Her cabin,
calling to me,
I sat myself before her - sorry to say, I was stunned.
She made 3 people cry before the clock struck 12,
Lucky was I to be the fourth one!

And so I laughed a little, 
Shook off my tears, she chuckled.
I know I can do better; I needed the push.
She smiles, 
I leave, 
I cry some more.
Her scholar tells me,
This is normal.
It's happened to her before.
Hugs me tight, offers relief, and then I cry some more.

Hottest April in Delhi yet, they say.
The city should worship me for my April showers.
I did not take it to heart,
Nor was I hurt,
In fact, it made me want to do anything but mope.
 
Oh, to be seen in such a sorry state,
Humiliated would I have been any other day,
But I must have died some time ago.
For today, such a mystical thing!
Today, I found hope. 

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