relativity

Time and again something pops up and forces the issue. Like when I had made myself cozy in the bed with a book and a hot cup of coffee for distraction. The time table was getting annoyed and was threatening redundancy any moment. Hours turned directly into years and the calendar resting on the table didn’t know what to do. Out of boredom it started repeating itself. Month after month till it lost count too. The book refused to end, the story hadn’t even unfolded and the author was still elaborating on the preface. Of course the pages had turned brittle and yellow. Some hundred thousand pages later, the book’s first chapter starts. But it was one hell of an effort to lift that amount of pages to reach that stage. It was getting easier, as one progressed, to lose interest in the book even before the characters took shape. The story goes something like this; someone had started writing this book on some BC. Till date no one knows who the person is. Generation after generation had been penning down to make a book out of it, complete with paperbacks. It’s believed that soon after someone is born into a family, he/she started writing taking only the necessary breaks in between. The end result being, the book devoured some dozen generations and a two storied apartment.

king's arms

a particular woman once stepped out of her house and came back with a cub. she must have wandered into the jungle or the cub must have wandered into the city. that's irrelevant considering what happened afterwards. she fed him and he didn't eat her. she took care of the animal as if it was her pet. which it was. and in no time the cub grew into a lion with a mane and everything it's supposed to have. she was of limited means and it outgrew her. she was getting a measure of what it takes to have a lion loitering in your yard. soon, she took him to the zoo or made the zoo authorities come and pick him up as he was too heavy for her to carry him around. quiet sometime had passed since when she finally decided to pay him a visit. and miraculously the lion recognised her. she stepped near the cage as if it had her pet dog. the lion stood up on its hind legs and rested the forearms arms on her shoulder draged her close to the bars and hugged her. the lion closed his eyes and was happy to let her head rest on his chest. it one didn't know what a lion looked like, the whole moment could have easily passed off as two living beings in love embracing each other. it was love and compassion. yes she was in the lions arms and i saw it with my very own eyes.

days

people are talking about things that's not making any sense to the person next door which is some miles away . absolute gibberish. ther's a lot of commotion for absolutely nothing at all. some, out of lack of any audiance, are inflicting pain on themselves by pulling one's own hair and plucking scabbed wounds, to find a reason to scream. everyone is lost in the din. they have too much to say within too little a time span. Time is warped. The clock is ticking too fast to let the moment pass quickly. Oblivious to the fact that impending moment will be no different. tongues are going out of control and are all over the place slapping, flapping and twirling like a derelict.

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