The wad of notes
When it rains, it pours.. as the saying goes
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Evening i Missed auto and bus.. booked an ola. Managing team arranged meeting on tricks that throw out Income tax far away. Last two days, felt disgusted in room, tired mind and body made seesaw. Income tax playing a vital role in salary as it will drop upto 20%. Had to invent something for mitigating the issue. It’s not cakewalk. Physique mirrors mind, now playing with sneezing and throat pain. IELTS is on board.
Buzzing mosquitoes, weather bit of cold, hearing hindu bhakthi tunes from ayyappan kovil, sitting on a short bench with red bricky colour under long banyan tree. Often the place which eradicates disturbance, the tower park. Whispers and murmurs of lovely pairs, that moment when nose stuck in front of small thattukada, Overwhelmed. Couples conquered my routine bench. That feeling lacerated soul as i don’t have a soul mate. Someone, somewhere waiting for me..that felt good. Nearly 9, Park security whistled and that’s a primary leaving reminder. Weirdest moment for couples. If we have power for fluctuating time in real life, what we do.. mind overflowed with these things. A little scientist born in me within that fraction of second. Smell of Arabian cuisine while walking remained me those Cochin days. Barbecue, shawarma are all rapidly reached our dining. Mine also a victim of the epidemic. Roads waved with traffic. As a Lonely Single walker, life taught me to publish a wad of notes explaining experienced roller coaster lessons. I badly miss those friends zone, notably, those night life. Once more I have to taste it. Feels like yesterday. Even all of us are trapped within boundaries of jobs or family. It can’t be regained. I know. But if it works..
