I feel the lethargic hormones running in my veins alongwith the already discoloured blood. Life seems to have come around half circle. The thought of going to that place makes me sick. I am mentally gearing up for another journey when the curse of the modern times, the 'mobile' goes off. The ringer pierces my ear drums like an air pistol pellet does to a balloon. Inspired by a recent killer flick, I say "job is job!" and utter some tech mumbo jumbo to the person on the other hand. I feel so damn irritated, especially after this seperation has set in. I decide to take a nap when the power goes off. Just then the neighbourhood carpenter decides its the opportune moment to begin his din for the day. Amidst all this, a mosquito buzzes past my already sensitized ears. Thats it; how dare you little creature intrude into my 'tranquil' domain? How dare you make me feel the load of my own exasperation? Its you who has asked for it, now you have to get it. With an eunuch-like deftness of the hands , the poor mosquito is reduced from animated matter to a betel stain, its body reduced to a squishy-squashy pulp of black and white jelly. God bless the poor soul!
Ten more days look like a long time. It is the same "anticipation of a new-life" symptom thats getting the better of me. Gear up boy, for you have to live with this. They have been a part of your not so bad past. Anyways I do not want to burn the bridges either. The present state is not because of them, but due to other factors best known to you. Toss a coin and in the split of the second, listen to the heart.
