Evening. It is hot and humid. I am uncomfortable and bored. I have with me a book which is too complicated in language for my impatient mood and a toy car which I no longer enjoy playing with. The monotonous drone of the fan is irritating.
There is a small plant at my window with two white little flowers stirring faintly in a breeze I can not feel. The flowers must be beautiful. They do not appeal to me. I am...restless.
I am supposed to enjoy myself while I can. I am supposed, also, to wait for something - a breakthrough perhaps, or just a new day, while there is nothing much to do. What is said to be in shortage might also be in need of being passed away with restiveness and a longing for an end. Time.
Evening. It is hot and humid. I am uncomfortable and bored. I have with me a book which is too complicated in language for my impatient mood and a toy car which I no longer enjoy playing with.Therefore I decide to write a note to pass time. Friends ought to share everything with each other. And so I share my boredom/monotony with you.
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I need this kind of blog. This kind maane, where I can say what the hell I want and not care about comments. But then why not a personal diary? I don't even know myself.
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ReplyDeleteI thought this was Priyanka's blog, updated. She happens to have one called Make-Belief too.
I think you need to meditate.. too much on ur mind????
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