had there been no nights....

most of the nights of my life had passed barely noticed. i was always occupied. mostly fear. sometimes monday mornin’ category. unfortunately in my case all the five days of the week fitted into the same category...... it need not be assumingly a monday. n’ my hands looked black...... smeared with grease like someone workin’ in a garage. n’ i never gazed at the starry sky. but when i look back sometimes..... i still see a few dreams nestlin’ in the chromium branches of my yesterdays. i don’t know who’s gonna take care of them.

my mother don’t want to grow fat. i always felt growin’ to be more depressin’ than growin’ fat. infact i used to tell her bein’ fat is good..... “don’t you feel all the fat people occupyin’ an appreciable size in our memories.” i mean physical attributes must be atleast contributin’ a bit to build those mental images. n’ it must be good when someone remembers you more than the others.

n’ the times you remember are mostly not supposed to be remembered. but we’ve our own free will. everyone remembers or wants or tries to remember all the first things in their lives. as if all the events in their lives were standin’ in some queue to their memory banks. n’ there was only one ticket for the show.

life is mostly funny. it is divided into patches n’ further into four grey weeks. i never went so much deeper into science n’ i’m glad i didn’t. but someone probably did. n’ he found out that it took exactly 365 days for the earth to make one round trip. n’ he did a good job. if that task were given to me.... i’d have never figured it out. for i always felt i was more or less standin’ in the same place. but what led him to divide those days by a factor of 12. any elementary knowledgeable person could say 5 would have been a better divisor which would have given us 73 days in a month.

i felt life would have been a lot simpler that way. we wouldn’t have to adjust our wrist watches that showed dates as well in the end of every month..... we wouldn’t have to think twice before fixin’ a date if it were the last day of the month n’ check our knuckles everytime if such a day actually existed.

the funniest is undoubtedly february n’ makes no sense at all. the poor month alone falls a victim of the leap years..... probably someone got too tired of waitin’ for the spring n’ pulled the ribbon before the bell even rang. probably someone wanted to keep us busy n’ created such a big confusion. probably a different title to this post would have made a lot more sense.... probably it still makes a hell of a sense to me.

       

n’ i don’t know how they make the wind wind blow over the frozen lake with the sole intention to peel the skin off. n’ even if you somehow manage to stand long enough..... you’d soon fail to notice any difference between the old withered leaves n’ your hands. life would have been a lot more fun had it been just a few blank pages.... in which you could have written somethin’ you really liked..... rather than like readin’ a book with a few pages you never wanted to read. i’d have surely done somethin’ better than this if only i had a few more choices. n’ so.... i rely on the waters in the woods to carry me somewhere good.

       

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