Saturated

12.30 am, 25 Feb 2009

Grey fog clouds my mind

numbers, letters shine through

Bright orange, pink

seared into my head

molecules rearranging

skewed logic, like carefully choreographed dancers

papers, papers, spilled all around

frantic hunt for pens on the table

why is all the paper always gone?

scribblescribble numbers words

cat on table, balefully stares

golden eyes, reproachful looks

long words terms phrases

eyes move over page

yawwn.

hands reach out, coffee, coffee!!

Gulp. over.

The fog clears.

I sigh.

I study.

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And so it goes. I've finished portion and I'm doing the whole thing again. I'm also addicted to old hindi filmi music. And movies, old ones. Exam-time afflictions.

Of my friends I shall speak?

Vagi and her beau, well, they're not supposed to be talking till the boards are over. So they (at least the Beau) make Jan's life hell.

Beau, if you're reading this, you are turing into a WOMAN. you hear?

Peace out, back to Padosan (toldja)