A regular night in a day of my life.

Finally, after days, the mosquitos get a fresh piece of Sambit. All his attempts to ward them off fail for he is too tired and his defense is nothing compared to their relentless wave-upon-wave offensive. And before launching one last defense which converts into a mad attack, Sambit yells out a battle cry..
Come on, Come on. You think you drive me crazy.
COME ON COME ON. You and WHOSE army?
Night falls, and the war begins..

Drown.

He didn't know it. He was drunk on vodka. He lay there. He couldn't move. He didn't know it, but he took her name. She never came.
He sat. He thought. He imagined her with someone else. He foiled his own mind. It made him angry. It hurt like hell. It made him sad.
The start was good. So good. So happy. So carefree. So dreamy. So unreal. Too unreal. Too careless. Too fast. Too stupid. How could he be so stupid?


He dragged himself along the floor. There was shattered glass and alcohol all over. The strong smell of weed. The piercing sound of silence.
The floor was bathed in red. He looked up. Everything was shiny. Everything was blue. He saw her, but she wasn't there. It wasn't fair.
Everything he thought never happened, happened. He didn't know it. They happened when he slept.
He just didn't know it.
He was sleeping.

It's been a while.

It's been a while.
I don't feel like blogging much these days.
I started writing a few posts over the past few weeks, but I never could finish them.
I just didn't feel like it.

I'm posting now.
I can hear a car backing up.
It's making those annoying car backing up noises.
It's pissing the shit out of me.

Paranoid Android is playing on iTunes.
I've been listening to a lot of music today.
A lot.
I was listening to this same song late last night.
It reminded me of something Chris Martin had said.
He said 'I would give my left ball to write anything as good as OK Computer. I would become a eunuch just for Paranoid Android.'
He was right.

It's been a while.
I don't feel like blogging much these days.
I started writing a few posts over the past few weeks, but I never could finish them.
I just didn't feel like it.

I'm posting now.
I can hear my parents watching television in the living room.
Some bengali soap they're probably watching.
The sound of it is coming, sickly, over the sound of Pyramid Song.
It's pissing me off.

Something in the air feels sick.
The breeze outside is very damp.
Humid.
It's blowing against the curtains, and creeping in.
It's disgusting.
Summer is coming.
It's actually here.
I hate the summer.
I hate it when it gets hot and sticky.
I hate it.

You and whose Army is playing.
It's a brilliant piece of music.
It's beautiful.


Photo One is Jishu and Me.
I love the edges and the light and shadow in the photo.
Photo Two is a curtain, blowing slightly with the breeze that floats in.
Photo Three is Senjuti blowing bubbles.

It's been a while.
I don't feel like blogging much these days.
I started writing a few posts over the past few weeks, but I never could finish them.
I just didn't feel like it.
Knives Out.
Enough.