Monday, 30 June 2025

A page out of an anonymous .....

         



       He wakes up with a lack of anything to hope for , living a life which is plain as a drinking water [well plain water could be enhanced if minerals added to it ] . Specifically on his right side he would come out of bed because some unknown people have spread the word that waking up on the left would cause a bad day . Waters his toothbrush and paste a bit just so he wouldn't feel sticky in his tongue ,what follows is a shower where his mom would have probably switched on the geyser for over an hour . Then the dressing up commences for school , college whatever the damn he's supposed to be fed by the education system. Eats his breakfast with rapid pace but if his digestive system had a platform to vent it would've prayed that he would be dead sooner than ever . 

       The time was around 7:30 AM where the bus once again exhibits its mastery to arrive late . This was the gleeful period for him where with his headphones inserted , would observe the people around him waiting for the dear bus . A few good-looking girls , anxious parents with their children , old men and women finishing their morning duties , who would probably wait for their ticket to heaven . And then the bus arrives at 8:10 AM . 

      Ahhhhhh college arrives , the place which is going to meet the people disguised as demons [some angels present too ] . Reaches his bench , tired after a robust travelling session . He takes a turn back from his bench to just have a look at his new-found hope , a tall , classy looking woman , just so he could deviate from the societal chaos commencing around him . Class begins , goes , goes and the overthinking cycle proceeds during the lecture . 

       As he leaves the college early in order to catch the afternoon bus , he makes sure to have a look at his attractive distractor for a last time in the day as to imprint in his cloggy mind , and create scenarios where the probability of receiving a corruption less government would be possible than for his scenarios to be acheived . 

     The bus lands near his home , throws off his bag , watches some scenes of a film , salvages his evening Tea / coffee , studies for a while , dinner and then off to the bed . Sleep doesn't arrive up until 2-3 hours of massive overthinking sessions , then slowly his eyes roll , no hope for a new sunrise in his life . 



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A page out of an anonymous .....

                 He wakes up with a lack of anything to hope for , living a life which is plain as a drinking water [well plain water could ...