He
woke up from the slumber he was taken into a few hours back. Indeed it wasn't
rest, yet the over measurement of the pills he took at clear interims. His
hands and legs measured substantial more than normal. He felt as though those
have turned into a burden for him to move along. His eyes stuck on something
glued on the glass on the almirah of his room. Before he could get genuinely included
and be lost in that, he shaked it off and got up to clean up. The humidity in
the room has seriously affected him; making him uneasy now and then. The semi
circular shaped windows expressed their disapproval for natural breeze and
light getting into his room. The golden pothos plant on the bookshelf seems to
be on the verge of facing serial killing for no reason. He felt as though the
entire world was going to crumple before him yet something made him affirm that
he would unquestionably fall before the world would.
He
got up from the bed and walked to the cupboard. As he swiftly took a towel,
something fell on the floor and he couldn't have cared less to examine it
either. Sometime in the past he was so keen on keeping things and his tangibles
in his brooding spot at exact positions. However things have changed and he
himself has and that routine moved in pace with his life.
The
icy water from the shower fell like sharp needles and he felt that it was
puncturing into his body. He felt the sensation but it was not, any sort of
afflicting pain because he believed that once when the mental orientation of a
person goes wayward and doesn't get along, then no physical bruises could hurt.
“Yes,
it was true. Life can often be beguiling. It just takes an unexpected turn from
nowhere. Even though some things are preplanned and plotted in life, it won’t
show its fair side. The reality of the matter is that on more than one occasion;
significantly even more than that, we are broken down in life before we are
finished with anything. The seriousness and depth that it greets some people in
life are different whereas it is funny on others.”
Philosophies couldn't add to the state. In fact all he knew was that he still tasted the
bitter wine from the chalice that life thrust upon him forcefully.
He
remained under the shower for a considerable length of time and his train of
thoughts was bothered by a calling bell.
(to be continued)
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