the guy with the big fog machine came strolling into my colony.. the huge billowing sweet-smelling fogs took every1s visibility hostage.. and it felt like.. time jus stood still... watever activity u were doin, u had no choice but to stop it.. and get lost in the pretty foggy designs of that morning... the motor sounds of the contraption.. the dense fumes of mosquito repellant..
its beautiful.. and lasts for a few minutes... my windows were closed, but the mosquito net or jaali or watever u call it at the left extreme of the window was the only ventilation then... the fog made way thru that.. and proceeded to get comfortable in its new abode.. checkin out all the rooms.. i was waitin for opinions to be voiced.. none came.. .a brief few minutes later, visibility was restored.. and life realigned to normal... that was surreal.. the fog...
dullness creeps back frm the wall crevices that also houses sloth... they get imaginary lays american cream and onion flavor chips and pepsi for me.. and seduce me into my bean bag... i stare at my wall... the different pics and random stuff dangling on it..
and now im bored again.
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