Cigarette...
It was a silent night. The fan slowly creaked making the only noise in the so called pin drop silence. With no wind gushing through the window it was fair to call “main aur meri tanhai, aksar ye baatein karte hain”, it was just start of the season and I could feel the long summer it would be. This wall clock reminded me of her chimes 2 with 2 hoots, it’s an old clock, maybe more old than the time I was here in this city, which is still a stranger to me. People say to get up at the brahma muhurat for a reason, coz nothing good happens at this time of the night. I partly agree to it, but as it is nothing good happens in my life nowadays, the added dryness in the air making it hard for me to sleep, not that it really matters anyways. These smartphones have made my life so demanding, when you see someone posting stuff on social sites, but then I ask myself are they really happy or maybe it must be a phase which they want to share. I switch off my phone, move towards the win