The buzz of the cabinet AC,clickety-clack of muffled keys invigorating tired muscles at the end of the wire,the metallic flickering of a thousand tubelights giving you solace, some even winking.The soft almost soothing droning over late- night, long-distance, inter-cultural conference calls from across the aisle.The clipety-clop of a high heel walking down the hallway. A car backing up, breaking the silence which descends like a fog , evoking some long lost shard of memory glistening in remembrance.Far away sounds of traffic.A sudden gust of wind and the slight rattling of window panes in their grooves.The sudden groan of a chair being relieved of it's burden for the day.
The urgent,almost angry gurgling of the entrails-It is time to go.
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I am Jack's indecisiveness wrapped in a sheath of fatalistic tendencies
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My first Diwali post in the three Novembers on Blogspot.Diwali being the most favourite festival of mine.Diwalis in Ranchi were always spec...
5 comments:
Why are the tubelights a solace?
as usual.. as obscure as a ostrogoth.. You should write a book dude.. it may just be a james joyce.. then i'll write another book explaining what you meant and what your phsychie is
There is nothing obscure about the above post.Sometimes you are not writing for an audience but yourself.
I dont find it obscure at all. Winding up from work when you wrote it?
yes. :-)
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