So I have changed the look. again. Thats what I do, every time I sit down to write something on this blog, I suddenly feel too old and world weary. So I have to please myself to change the look so that I can be excited about blogging here again. The background's a bit cheesy though. But I don't mind. And anyway, I don't think anybody ever reads this blog, so it does not matter.
So I wanted to write about yet another dope induced flowery and far fetched escapade. On a rainy day, I survived a mosquito laden metro ride towards the north of the city. The auto ride after that was short, smelly and cheap. The brisk walk after that was just fine because it was about to rain and the weather was unnecessarily windy. But humid. So when I reached the cream colored house after a small walk, I was sweating profusely. There was air conditioning inside. Somewhere down the line, after two or three beedis, a moderate looking joint was rolled, and I was instructed not to be careless with the ash. That guy went out of the room when I was smoking; because he no longer liked the smell of weed. Thats a different story all together. Some other time.
So alone inside a neatly whitewashed room, seated on a divan, I looked out of the window. The window sill was red and cemented. The ashtray kept on it was made of steel. I lit up my joint and looked outside at the rain. I was a slow and lovely afternoon. The guy came in after sometime. We went out to smoke another beedi. Once we came back inside, he locked both the doors. He switched off the tubelight and switched on this ancient green night bulb. The moment the windows were closed, I wafted away to this timeless stretch of time. Stoned and lazy, I sat there tripping on a green light on a rainy wet afternoon.
And what happened afterwards, is best left undescribed ;)
So I wanted to write about yet another dope induced flowery and far fetched escapade. On a rainy day, I survived a mosquito laden metro ride towards the north of the city. The auto ride after that was short, smelly and cheap. The brisk walk after that was just fine because it was about to rain and the weather was unnecessarily windy. But humid. So when I reached the cream colored house after a small walk, I was sweating profusely. There was air conditioning inside. Somewhere down the line, after two or three beedis, a moderate looking joint was rolled, and I was instructed not to be careless with the ash. That guy went out of the room when I was smoking; because he no longer liked the smell of weed. Thats a different story all together. Some other time.
So alone inside a neatly whitewashed room, seated on a divan, I looked out of the window. The window sill was red and cemented. The ashtray kept on it was made of steel. I lit up my joint and looked outside at the rain. I was a slow and lovely afternoon. The guy came in after sometime. We went out to smoke another beedi. Once we came back inside, he locked both the doors. He switched off the tubelight and switched on this ancient green night bulb. The moment the windows were closed, I wafted away to this timeless stretch of time. Stoned and lazy, I sat there tripping on a green light on a rainy wet afternoon.
And what happened afterwards, is best left undescribed ;)
2 comments:
am i still a co-author? :|
changing my blog's looks is something I cant do with myself. its an amusement. I wish even we have had templates in our life..to change and have makeover of our lives
of course :P
once a co-author, always a co-author :D
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