By now it is a well established that I am in Vellore.... a town(recently given the status of a Municipal Corp) that lives in its own reverie of lechers, Raghavendrans and sambar.. and a college which detests yet promotes the same. Women here are very fertile-- thereby accounting for the 140 abortions last year. Men here have eyes made of Fevistick with the unique quality of sticking to any surface that passes by.
The night before last may not account for anything in the grander scheme of things(whatever they may be) but made me a talker here. It usually takes me quite a while to dish out strangeties of my mundane life (seeing how interesting they maybe to the person i dish out to)
Yet, K--patient, OCD-ed, kohled and sleepy... listened. And remembered.
The plan was to clean her room. The plan failed when the watch showed 5:30 am. And we were random-looking-at-ceiling-laughing. There were jokes that didnt make sense. Advice from both sides that were meaningless and unneccessary and a power cut that scarred K because I decided to play Monster Monster. And there was Lutullu. And talks about weird assed drunkenness and hitting people. And detailed descriptions of Ponks, MithunDa, My Lau and Dobheto. And better halves.
Waiting for the next inconsequential thing in the grander scheme of things. Maybe it shall make more sense.
3 comments:
oh god. you described us? to your new friends?
why?
wait a minute, better halves?
YOUR better halves, in particular? asdjgf;iwuefhisdfkdHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA
Yes u were described. In great detail. She came in when I was on cinnamon and snatched my laptop away. Read it and fell in love with it. And wanted to meet you. And all of you were described
Better halves meaning her one. And the lack of my. U will be the first to know. Trust me.
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