Its 6 am...a strange irking sound exploded all of a sudden. Oh! my God, Hell lies right in front of me. It has taken over the medium, jutting apart the thin air, and in position to strike my ear drum. I turn over my back, try pretending to ignore the crackling sound now creeping to a high tone. But the damned device is well-engineered not to cease shouting until a poor human being like me gets out of bed reluctantly to keep its mouth shut. It is now at its acme. I try to mull over as to why on Earth the dawn draws over quickly as soon as the dusk shuts down. Another second..and it will bring down the walls around laid a decade back. I still lay unmoved. Not an inch of any muscle in my body is willing to get displaced. I show who I am and it is showing who it is.
Both are on different terms. I unshut my beautiful lens for the day. My vision is blurred. I reach out to the foolish alarm clock and eventually succeeded in shutting its mouth. Voila!
A gloomy surrounding paraded around me. Streaks of sun rays getting diffracted by eyelids now fall upon the lens making my vision clearer and brighter. The hot mass of fire is high above the horizon. I gaze up to the skies; my nostrils distend as I take in a deep breath. Morning calm is what I rejoice the most. When I stare at myselves in the mirror, I find the most usual things unusual. I stand up to 5'9" with no posture of an athletic body. I dont draw any attention of gals towards me. So I keep my charm to myself. My countenance looks weird, at times, to many people. I take in the bucket to the washroom only to keep it aside and have a shower. I try to fasten the belt too tight knowin that my pant cannot keep up!! I think of sporting a French beard when nothin on my chin shows up. I try to remake a film in my mind when it has collapsed at the box office. I try to dust out the books off my shelf only to keep it back and wait for a good time to start. These are my positive traits shading off gradually to negative traits.
With all these things striking at the back of my head, the day begins. They say 'Every day brings with itselves many gifts'. One should never refuse such gifts. So will set out for my chores with a hope of learning something, Learn and Serve being the primary motto.
Both are on different terms. I unshut my beautiful lens for the day. My vision is blurred. I reach out to the foolish alarm clock and eventually succeeded in shutting its mouth. Voila!
A gloomy surrounding paraded around me. Streaks of sun rays getting diffracted by eyelids now fall upon the lens making my vision clearer and brighter. The hot mass of fire is high above the horizon. I gaze up to the skies; my nostrils distend as I take in a deep breath. Morning calm is what I rejoice the most. When I stare at myselves in the mirror, I find the most usual things unusual. I stand up to 5'9" with no posture of an athletic body. I dont draw any attention of gals towards me. So I keep my charm to myself. My countenance looks weird, at times, to many people. I take in the bucket to the washroom only to keep it aside and have a shower. I try to fasten the belt too tight knowin that my pant cannot keep up!! I think of sporting a French beard when nothin on my chin shows up. I try to remake a film in my mind when it has collapsed at the box office. I try to dust out the books off my shelf only to keep it back and wait for a good time to start. These are my positive traits shading off gradually to negative traits.
With all these things striking at the back of my head, the day begins. They say 'Every day brings with itselves many gifts'. One should never refuse such gifts. So will set out for my chores with a hope of learning something, Learn and Serve being the primary motto.
