A Tale of A Long Night
He missed her. The sullen gloom swallowed him, slowly. "What's wrong with her?!", he thought, cursing.
He tried sleeping. No, he can't sleep without her. Without her assuring presence, which he took for granted, always. Without her comforting existence.
He needed her badly. It was to be another long night. "Screw you, Monday mornings!"
The soppy wind at the window failed to lift his spirits. It wasn't raining furiously; it was more of an irritating, incessant rain. He stared into the vast nothingness. The fine sprinkling of water felt soothing. "Damn! The drying clothes!"
He opened all the windows of the room and returned to his bed. He tried sleeping. Just as he closed his eyes, lightening thundered. He wasn't sure if it really happened or his mind fooled him. "It'll be another long night."
Another bolt. Illumination. Electricity was back!
5 comments:
lucky u! i spent the night without...
that was funny!!
mere yahaan to electricity thi but phir around 3-4 am achanak bOOOm sound ke saath transformer jal gaya :(
@Deez: not really lucky. I was in the loo! :-D
@Raj: Electricity kareeb 1-2 ke beech mein gayi.. mast barish ho rahi thi!
humour and blue colour,something diff on ur blog.good post!
u have stopped posting any new pics on your flickr acocunt what happened ??
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