Tuesday. It’s a beautiful summer noon, I lay on my bed manifesting my laziness in the grandest of manner. I have a stack of newspapers and Orhan Pamuk to be read, but don’t feel like doing it, listening to Poets Of The Fall. Sleep is an alien to me during noons, and I haven’t studied since I passed through the gates of my alma mater. Friends have gone away to their distant villages, the Jharsuguda sun and location doesn’t allow me to hang out .This place consists of a single road which doesn’t lead to anywhere, its just a road where the dust never settles, it remains floating in the air to decrease your visibility and make you cough a little longer.I cant call up anyone, what do I tell them, cry that I couldn’t get through a beautiful noon, that am getting too impatient with things. I click on my message inbox, HDFC says that my account has been refilled with the substance, the substance that has arrested me and many more out here. Money is important and essential in life, but spending quality time is the most crucial to live a day. I would always crave for those evenings that I have spent during childhood kicking the football all round the park,for those moments with friends where we shared a piece of sandwich that was worth Rs.12, for the sight where I could watch the beautiful sun going down, for the nights where I didn’t have to plan my next day.I would miss them all.
cheers,
dipankar
