DATE-20/01/2013
LOCATION- ICT, Mumbai
the ungodly hours beckons when some lunatic had to open the halls of winter window pan..Bleagghhhh.I am swamped inside a couple of duvet..The fan is still running round and round..for the sake of love plz someone switch of the fan.I shouted..I know Mumbai winters wont kill me,still I was ululating as if this frappe chillness will rive me up..Grr!! fuck am I? Its 4 am why am I suppose to be awake ?come on now.. The bitterness of winter can`t be cursed..its a troll that humanity should be considerate about unlike most of subversive things..by 5am i am all swathed up in winter warm wooly cloths..
~Gosh winter are not that tart as it used be in back home~ i spoke to myself..
time was worth deluding in complaints..septic slurs..I trudged around the campus and The numbness of my flesh had fizzled.What MUmbai winters had to offer was soothing I must say..It was only the morning that feigned that reluctance in me..I blushed as i gazed the solar flakes dripping from that big circular geometry..it was superlative..I carried myself to the ground stile where I perched with a delight..holding a plastic cup of chai ..I was lost in the chest of the serenity..the celestial connotation i felt when i realized even the sun god is moving his tongue ,maybe mocking me slowly changing itself from organe to slight red..The rays do hurt the eye lids..I am not fond of winter morning,but this day is like a ascetic divine
LOCATION- ICT, Mumbai
the ungodly hours beckons when some lunatic had to open the halls of winter window pan..Bleagghhhh.I am swamped inside a couple of duvet..The fan is still running round and round..for the sake of love plz someone switch of the fan.I shouted..I know Mumbai winters wont kill me,still I was ululating as if this frappe chillness will rive me up..Grr!! fuck am I? Its 4 am why am I suppose to be awake ?come on now.. The bitterness of winter can`t be cursed..its a troll that humanity should be considerate about unlike most of subversive things..by 5am i am all swathed up in winter warm wooly cloths..
~Gosh winter are not that tart as it used be in back home~ i spoke to myself..
time was worth deluding in complaints..septic slurs..I trudged around the campus and The numbness of my flesh had fizzled.What MUmbai winters had to offer was soothing I must say..It was only the morning that feigned that reluctance in me..I blushed as i gazed the solar flakes dripping from that big circular geometry..it was superlative..I carried myself to the ground stile where I perched with a delight..holding a plastic cup of chai ..I was lost in the chest of the serenity..the celestial connotation i felt when i realized even the sun god is moving his tongue ,maybe mocking me slowly changing itself from organe to slight red..The rays do hurt the eye lids..I am not fond of winter morning,but this day is like a ascetic divine
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