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1. The scooty of the academy coach had difficulty in starting.
2. I had a conversation with a guy who owns a white dog. He threatened a rickshaw guy while another guy was beating him. It was all an act. He kept saying ‘swati’ while he meant saafi which is a word for towel.
3. The cricket match had 34 players.
4. The kid texted the student. The Fielding coach was old: all of a sudden.
5. I played vocabulary quiz for Spanish language on Free Rice. I had samose, poha and water to drink. If I hadn’t turned towards the traffic jam: the need to beat the rickshaw guy wouldn’t have been there. The water and the advanced marble. A guy came with a milk pouch and bananas: I handed it over to the shop owner and the pouch worth five rupees changed into pouches worth two rupees each.
6. Timeline seemed to change. Demonetization because of memories.
7. I had a nice time walking with music. The external control of music continued today. Though I despise it I don’t know a way around yet.
1.There’s a dead bird. It rained in night. I would be lying on a bed of lies if I said that weather hasn’t been pleasant in the entire month of August. A month of nice weather is something remarkable. I feel wonderful : you can read, write or go for picnic if you can afford. I hope that we could have some repeat of it soon.
2. The man on the tea stall was injured and it seemed it was not polite to ask as he was wearing bandages and had many bruises. I hesitated before asking. I asked once the tea was served: he told that his bike’s chain slipped yesterday near the three way. The dragonflies are in the air. I hear people talk about something which is indistinct. I can hear the sound of the sea waves.
3. The goons were back and the talk you heard was not a coincidence. It was orchestrated by cowards for obvious reasons. The subtle build up of something they never understood. Why do they need these? Because they had nothing better. To make up for the years they failed to save.
4. The hole was full of them. They had no other business but to follow the command of their owners. Their purpose was to make you cry.
5. The question was not to take the vehicle through. The question was to feel free. There was a great deal of ruckus. It’s the same sign. The old man had many grudges. Gestation period was over. The people thought they were doing a good thing. I saw that there was a hubbub bubblegum Mugwumps thumbs-up handpumps umpteen umpires pyres resplendent dentists fragrant ranting about tingling lingas mingling jingling blingbotsslingshotspotsupshots. To be a man in those days was to fight for your country.
6. There’s a strange idea about making exaggerated claims. What people can’t control : they are scared of. Whatever scares you is the scarecrow rowboats oats sloat shalom anulom vilom anunaki Milwaukee milquetoast roast chicken kenophobia hobnobita tabanid horsemaybluecolddragonflyovertureundertoned. The Scarecrow had no arms, legs, or head, and what was left of him was lying in the straw.
7. As said before: you needed nothing special to be done to create a certain unease. Just be where you are. They want you to take sides. If you don’t then you are a strange case. They would accuse you of all things you never even considered. This is what witch trials were about. You may say there is certain devilry in the way they execute the so called “persecution syndrome.” But it’s at worst an attestation of the fact that you did something right. The garbage and the hole is full to the brim with such people who are scared for their lives. They are not aware of themselves and walk like zombies. I see them but can’t do much about them. At least I never showed them any flattery or pity.
8. There is a clear example of lineage being a hurdle rather than a support. Darker memes come back to cling even when you’re sober and aware that they’re completely ignorant. Contradictions are the fuel of the human mind. 9. Why can’t they directly tell you about their dislikes: because they are flickering, like their minds, in the wind of time: there are multiple layers of law. How many minutes of your time do they take before you return back to the dancing light. No matter how many it’s all going to end, for them, for you, for everyone because there are no eternal shows. They believe that they can leave their bodies. 10. The crow sings on electric wire. It sings a strange song. Kabbalists are not at rest. Why does it take so much effort to stay still? I really don’t understand. Fake news. They are too active and you wanted to tell them that their customs are good only for them whereas you are doing well. The Kabbalists took away the old world with their tradition.
There was a dead dog lying on my way. There were flies on it. I heard hymns as I walked towards the PAN card office. He gave me a receipt but the excuses he was giving for the delay had no solid grounds. I had given him the details before applying and his optimism about getting it in time has been a curve with downward slope.
Lopsided excuses by the new prospective employer who was either not able to afford me or didn’t find my demonstration satisfactory. She gave lame excuses just to be polite and it’s third rejection this season which goes to show I have put in efforts and I handle rejection very well. Now schedule is not going to be hectic but I have to explore a new dimension. The kid had headache as yet another drunken brawl caused him stress and anxiety. His plight is felt deeply but I am only a tutor. I have heard all kind of talk but the low mindedness to which people around me have gone merely to ensure that I comply with the status quo would make these pages look filthier if filled with detail. These are the same people who utter name of Gandhi and Shiva day in and day out and they have their own versions of all principles to suit their need. Jumman, the labourer was holding a quarter of beer under the teen shade made for labourers. I interviewed him before entering this premise on May Day in 2018. Nothing seems to have changed for him it seems. I have not observed his mad wife who used to break bricks using her head. The way about the way is to keep walking here. As it turns out: the tea stall guy created the ruckus merely to be able to abuse openly. Similarly, the big scandal was created to make sure that all the attention is drawn to their safety. I kept walking to only hear whining people whine more loudly. I am happy to have not got lost in my overpowering ecstasy. It’s good that I can walk for a while. Rest later…
1. The birds were chirping sweetly. Sound of a distant truck approaching gets louder. Doppler. Doppelganger. Granger. Germane mane inane anemone one two three…seven is the number of the heavenly crows on an electric wire. Buffaloes do their morning march. I convert starch into glucose. A Tupperware seller trudged on bike towards the petrol pump as its fuel unexpectedly finished before his destination. A bus got stuck in a large pit this morning as the driver couldn’t see the opening for optical fibre cable line. The bus was going to Rewa and it came from Gwalior. I had seen the cable yesterday and stopped for a while to observe it. The earthen stove of the tea stall guy was cracked by someone yesterday night. He would take help of the CCTV footage to find the culprit. The Baba Shree truck which had toppled is back on track but still needs repairing. It has been here for three days. A tram passed by with a harsh sound. A kid was kidnapped yesterday and discovered. The case was reported by one of my students as it was in his neighborhood. The kidnapper was a young man whose family worked for the afflicted family for a long time. It might seem strange but my student repeatedly used the word “slavery.” He said that one family was slave of the other and it might be true but as far as I know slavery has been abolished. Django Unchained. Quentin tarantino tintinnabulation. We are not slaves of government or aristocrats. The black commando can’t beat us at their whim. They can’t invent new diseases nor can they keep you inside houses or force you to subscribe the dish TV which feeds the nation state hate stories or religious political propaganda. Our right is protected by the international law.
2. Yellow butterfly. I took the phone out of my pocket and a dog started following me with the hope of getting something to eat. The prompt tea stall number one guy is an alert admirable old man who opens early every day and gives you a ginger tea. He had spotted me and was waiting with five rupees jeera biscuit and tea. Ah, what more courtesy did I need? I was floored. I didn’t take any pictures before a certain place because there were way too many people. It was too crowded but still I took some.
3. There was a drove of cattle on road. I drove them away as drivers had difficulty. They kept coming back because they were fond of sitting on road. Accident which happened yesterday was reported to have happened because of one such drove. The cable guys today could also have put a sign board saying that there was “work in progress” and it would have saved the trouble. A bike slipped yesterday on the road which connects the main road to the colony I live in. The cable work. The road inside is narrow. People encroached the public land. Everyone took just a few feet and it was supposed to make them happier. Walking on road is difficult now as four wheelers, bikers, tractors and pedestrians all have to walk on a merely twelve feet wide street together. Don’t even talk about the bazaar. The people would say they are happy for their choices. This is life. Minus an exit like euthanasia. You could be referred to BMC Sagar for Corona where you surreptitiously disappear. They would say I am paranoid and have a negative view about life but would never explain how a 20 feet road inside the colony became a 12 feet road. I am the greedy one for heaven’s sake who has taken all the internet space. All the bandwidth and all the smartphones in the world. I sure eat like pigs with an income of less than 3000 rupees per month. I applied for a PAN card and it was a private company. Like Musaddi Lal of Office Office fame I have been there four times. Ah, but these are difficult times and private companies are also acting up like government ones. They create big schemes and then people stand in queues chanting names of yashasvi(famed) ministers. We are droves of cattle, please drive us dear Pashupatinath, in the divine form of greatest among the leaders of all galaxies and systems. All the newly printed currency notes are given to us at the banks.
4. Bikers were busy doing some ritual yesterday. A lemon on my walk. I belong to none and to all but those who don’t know what it means to be human take pride in a few customs as much as to consistently pursue you for this goal or that. I was given a coin which had 125th birth anniversary of Nehru printed on it, I gave it to the old lady who made a nice ginger tea. The morning has already been eventful. The news about the toppled truck was not published in the local newspaper. This tells me about how much information reaches you on an average day. Dragonflies. Dragon fly. I saw neptunian, foggy and dreamlike mount hidden in the divine fog. I was wondering about the neverbefore seen mist. The adept. The alchemist. I was walking on a road laid by humans. The life. Divine beauty. Enraptures. Resplendent Sun looked like it was taking a dip into a pool of clouds. In the center of the road there was a tree. The tea stall guy starts cursing the vandals. Yesterday morning his bike’s tyre also got pictured.
1. A man on a bike in an underwear and a vest was singing something and smiled at me as he passed by. He was in a jolly good mood. He might be the happiest man I have seen in a long time. He didn’t belong to the hungry ghost realm. I started walking with an umbrella today as there was thunderbolt lightening in the South East. It was drizzling on the way and the umbrella came in handy. I took some pictures and met an old acquaintance who was taking tea on the same tea stall. I kept walking until I observed a kingfisher posing for a picture. I took a couple of shots before it flew away looking for its food. A dog was growling at a calf. I kept walking through the many hungry ghost realms. It was more difficult for me to get food on this day.
2. Onycophagist gist logistic sticks. The next day after eating some food, I took a bus and headed to the shopping street.
3. I was sitting silently and a nightingale started to sing a song. Some buffaloes were making a sound which was suppressing the song of melodious sphere of flutes. There were people inside the bus and they were thinking that it was very uncomfortable and they complained.
4. I had experience in traveling. I took the corner seat and kept looking outside. Sidereal zodiac actual snarling lingastronomical calculus. Since I was sitting on the corner seat, I could enjoy the scenery of the street.
5. I saw your face. It was pure love, beauty and joy. The time stopped and I drank the nectar of immortality. Honey dripping from your divine dance satiates my soul, my love. The carriage turned off the main street and I saw the scene behind the window.
6. A white brown doggie who was all wrapped in the mud had come to sit besides me by now. It has rained and trees, plants, animals and streets look fresh and full of energy. Raindrops have left their marks on the window glass, while the fluttering of the wind has left a feeling of total serenity.
7. There are water puddles and fishes. Some people are fishing. I smell some rotten things. Ten in number: I pen them down. Down the rabbit hole the toppled truck is still lying on the way. The Chihuahua and I leave the window and return to the kitchen.
8. I cook some tales. She has grown some tails of her own which ail every now and then though I keep trimming them down under anesthesia. She likes the tales late night her plight is on a flight to Honolulu publications have been catering ions on and on onions ring with caterwaul sounds. There is a presence of her own with which she is rather pleased.
9. There were four of us. Then there were none in nuntucket. I was preparing the bucket list for finales when it happened. A tractor passed slowly with some sand, then another, then another big Hyundai transport vehicle. She was coming with grass on her head, walking cautiously lest vehicles sprinkle the mud on street or she slips. My lips were not sealed anymore as solipsism had come to my rescue. Resplendent dental tally lyrical calculus lustrous omnibus. Another tohu verse in the making. A car passed, and the bucket list.
10. Well, the list dropped. Out of the bucket. And I closed my fist. Like a chemist. Mist was thick so I curled my wrist and took a twist along the long way. A long fellow had met Longfellow similarly. The demons were dancing in the discotheque. My paycheque was due. Verdue verdant ant slant. On the way home, the girl stopped at the bank, withdrawing enough money to pay her rent and buy food. 11. The scenery painted by you just before the rain was most breathtaking scene. The mystery. I kept walking through the fog seeing lines of trees and distant thick dark black clouds just before it started to drizzle. There were no vehicles in sight. No cameras can capture it. Once in a while a car would pass by.
11. The first story of the day finished by eight of clock and it was a sign. I was enjoying the jolly good weather and the soft breeze on my skin. Kith and kin were through thick and thin far away wayfarers. I turned myself to news. 19 kittens died in 21 days in Thane, Maharashtra. Gray slaty birds were singing in the ears of Ramalila Paradesi when he was composing his final 100 verses before his disappearance. Now the cat news is some news. I wonder if they would file it under Corona. As a matter of fact I had discussed with people about no animal casualties from so called virus. Isn’t it logical that animals living as pets should also have died? But Corona would follow no rules. I am worried if a time might come when there will be penalty on talking about Corona. A day might come when you can’t use Corona even in your fictional accounts.
The ocean is a mystery. It’s the birthplace of life. Under its blue, deep waters lies a land of strange creatures. Squeezing squeed, weed concede, corral losel morsel, whale, octopus October, rivers and mountains and valleys Ever so life-long, finds little terra-lena.
I wonder. Sharks indebted forever. Dolfins Finnish tiffin services. The father and daughter sat over the fire, and thought how strange it all was, and how nice it would be if you could go down into the sea.
I had never heard the red billed Kingfisher sing before. Its blue feathers attract. At the edge of the pool, a deep-sea tree, a giant with wide branches, grows. Tuna fish is a nice dish and many wish fulfilling gemstones abound with a warm, gentle smile, the mermaid flicked her tail, and the father and daughter jumped, a little frightened, for they were not used to her beauty. Mars is in the Pisces with Moon. It’s watery sign. Ocean.
I read a book on oceanic adventure which had a character named Ashok It was a bit far away, yet she had the Sea as her living room. Eel peel reel away. Wayward warden dense mesnes. Starfishes galore sapphire allure. Angkor vaat. Tibet bet beta theta sorority. Actinic shimmering stork strides. The guy named Ashok was blabberwockying at the tea stall. The guy is always high: as the Mars with Moon suggests: a drunk abuser of women or a wine seller, nine times rhymes mesothelioma metheglin isinglass retinitis cretin it is.
The tea stall guy is letting this gurgle away: no rhyme intended there. I understand you will find out more. The guy hides behind the cricket. They all build castles all their lives but their emptiness can’t be filled. Mood swings become acute and uncontrollable with addictions. Nobody would like to be in a mental institution: Their activities will be charted with their doctors. You need to open the nozzle jalopy canopy can copy underwater tonesure cocksure cockalorum cockroach coach approach fibroach swimming pool cespool. Bad things can happen to anyone.
Dancing light of grace 