3 posts tagged “tale”
A symphony in the air. A smell that is still lingering. An image that continues hovering.
You know what's that called? A memory. People call them mad who revel in the past.
No, I am not people. Neither mad, maybe slightly odd.
But that's debatable.
People hold grudges against those who wrong them. Hmm.
Maybe they dont see the other one's point of view. The other one who wronged them, but righted oneself in the process.
Maybe that wasnt fair to me, but..I guess I'll never know now
Hmm, just one last thing.
When you try to see through me, you dont know what you are looking for.
but when you do see me, you will hardly believe what you are looking at.
Later..
PS: Close your eyes. But dont be blind.
Heh, back again are you.
Never mind, I am just as much as of an eediot to write stuff and you are to read it. Anyways.
The city has grown colder. yes, I know it's winter. It's december.
It's My december. Yes, it's cold and I just love it this way.
Riding through the city, I never seemed to like anything on the roadsides, The buildings, nor the pavement and least of all, the crowd. Suddenly, A billboard caught my eye. It showed some toothy model displaying how much happiness could she spill at the director's call. Repulsing.
But no, my eye was caught on to something else. Something behind the board now. A flight of stairs leading to the roof. Making a U turn I made for the building. It was some second class building with shops at various floors. Shops with bulb eyes shopkeepers, lecherous helpers leering at the girls.
Holding my breath, I moved on ignoring the graffitied walls and the smelly corners. I climbed one floor more.
An old office of sorts was closing down. The watchman gave a second look, but without a second thought moved out.
Third floor. A cheap lodge materialized, sleepy eyed receptionists waited on no one in particular.
Fourth, a restaurant came into view now. The food department would definitely ask some questions if it saw this place.
Fifth, a shuttered door. And the Sixth, it was a floor still under construction. The wide open windows were letting it strong winds. December winds. I walked up to one. Took in a lungful and hoped it would last my journey.
A final flight of stairs, round which most probably a closed door would be expecting me. Nevertheless, I climbed them in silence and darkness with nothing to guide me except perhaps my will to meet my dead end.
Funnily, there was none. Neither a dead end nor a door.
I walked out on to a medium sized terrace. The december winds in full flow.I shrugged my shoulders.And hugged them. I walked to the edge of the roof savouring every second of my minor luck.
I looked down, there were people rushing, vehicles honking. Somehow I did not seem to mind them.
I looked up. There were no stars, no moon. No light. The buildings made a zig zag skyline. I looked ahead and saw lights. Bright and dim. The city was alive. Then I looked inside. The city there was dead.
Heh.Never mind.
I sat down on the stairs I had my eye on. For an hour, for a few minutes more. Time to go down.
I had a fleeting urge to have a bungee jump experience on my way down, discarding it for another day, I took the lift to the ground floor.
Later..
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