It's 10 am . I stand up straight, my legs dangle out from my bed. My slumber saying, "WHAT?! get back down here! are you out of your mind! don't you want to complete your dream? pull that sheet over your face, and wander off to sleep, will you?"
But somehow, I don't listen to her. She gets over my nerves at times. She has the ability to show every kind of mood. Demeaning. Stringy. Earthy. Vulnerable - are just some of them. I don't know why, insomnia hits the strongest of sound sleepers ( here,I mean me).
Today, however it wasn't insomnia. Maybe I woke up because of the smell of burning eggs coming from my neighbor's house. Or wait? was that Himesh Reshamiya playing next door? can't really figure out. I can't shut my eyelids before 1 am and I longe to open them before 5 am.
So, I got up at two, sipped some water, read veronika decides to die. Thought about it. Thought about it & again thought about it. 9gagged. Ate Jubilee's macaroons. Climbed back to bed. Watched 'A Haunting'. Shrieked a bit. Woke up mum, got a good glare. Switched off t.v, and tried to sleep.
And then laying in bed I thought about yesterday's swimming class, and gave some self-assurance that I won't drown in the deep. Then about going bald. A great idea! chopping off your hair. Feels impulsive, extreme and strong. Then about how it would feel to have big bold kohl-smeared eyes (because, my eyes defy all laws of chinkyness). I LOVE big eyes. They are the best assets anyone can ever possess. Then about Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood. Flipkart's getting me the book by Monday and I am dying to begin it.
South Africa. Afghanistan. Cheetahs. Niagara Falls. Kakori Kebabs(!). Hummed 'I am highway' by Audioslave (wonderful song!). Then wondered what I would do if ever joined armed forces.(Wicked!). Learn to shoot. Stroke a stallion. Breathe in mogra flowers. Thought what was the last time when tears pricked down my eyes. The way how my tongue tasted saltiness. The last time I smiled at a stranger.
How wonderful it would be if it rained for a couple of days? I could really use some good weather and scream while getting wet. Rain gods? are you listening?
The panacea of my problems.
And then out of nowhere. My eyes started shrinking. Lips pursing. Rhythmic pulse-beats. Then it was just me. Me and light howling of the cooler.
The room filled with tranquility. My mind went blank. Bright visuals emerging under my closed eyelids. I let go.
Then came Black. Pure, Unadultrated, Jet Black.
And I dozed off.
Sleep had finally found me. It had embraced me with her gentle hands.
So, I got up at two, sipped some water, read veronika decides to die. Thought about it. Thought about it & again thought about it. 9gagged. Ate Jubilee's macaroons. Climbed back to bed. Watched 'A Haunting'. Shrieked a bit. Woke up mum, got a good glare. Switched off t.v, and tried to sleep.
And then laying in bed I thought about yesterday's swimming class, and gave some self-assurance that I won't drown in the deep. Then about going bald. A great idea! chopping off your hair. Feels impulsive, extreme and strong. Then about how it would feel to have big bold kohl-smeared eyes (because, my eyes defy all laws of chinkyness). I LOVE big eyes. They are the best assets anyone can ever possess. Then about Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood. Flipkart's getting me the book by Monday and I am dying to begin it.
South Africa. Afghanistan. Cheetahs. Niagara Falls. Kakori Kebabs(!). Hummed 'I am highway' by Audioslave (wonderful song!). Then wondered what I would do if ever joined armed forces.(Wicked!). Learn to shoot. Stroke a stallion. Breathe in mogra flowers. Thought what was the last time when tears pricked down my eyes. The way how my tongue tasted saltiness. The last time I smiled at a stranger.
How wonderful it would be if it rained for a couple of days? I could really use some good weather and scream while getting wet. Rain gods? are you listening?
The panacea of my problems.
And then out of nowhere. My eyes started shrinking. Lips pursing. Rhythmic pulse-beats. Then it was just me. Me and light howling of the cooler.
The room filled with tranquility. My mind went blank. Bright visuals emerging under my closed eyelids. I let go.
Then came Black. Pure, Unadultrated, Jet Black.
And I dozed off.
Sleep had finally found me. It had embraced me with her gentle hands.
There are some articles where the reader gets jealous of the writer. They are soo beautiful that readers want to be the ones who wrote them. This is one of those. I am jealous of you. This is the one that's gonna put a smile on everyone's faces. God, I'm sharing this. :)
ReplyDeleteAh! Thanks so much :)
ReplyDeletep.s- you overrate!
No I don't. If you think so, I'm deleting the comment. But no I don't. -.-
ReplyDeleteAlright. Okay, I take my words back. No straight faces please, they scare me :p
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