My Ramblings

It all started with the chats and messages the lesser tools the millenials use. I guess I needed to stick with the conventional side of my personality. I so adjust! He seemed like an  agreeable guy. But how much can you trust a guy behind a screen, and a guy after all! The chats continued. The wallpaper in my room was discoloring on its own. My pen and paper were also kind of tired and they asked for vacation. So, I had nothing to engage with. The daily stare-fights with my laptop in the lockdown had long exceeded the quota to keep me restrained. So what if they paid for my lifestyle!    We lived in the same town, not too big to be called a city. But it had fascinating topography. Amidst the plains which bore the harvest for the whole state lay the shallow mountains which rose out of nowhere. It felt formidable because of its expanse. They say in the ancient times the quarry was the source of lavish livelihood and that had cleaved the mountains in the thing of b...

"Do you ever feel the little waves and then huge waves flushing you from inside?", her voice seems to echo. Sitting across from her for almost an hour without the slightest sussuration; nothing but the flip-flops of the file papers being turned over, the sudden words nearly wakes him from a daze. He has not been asleep, just no action has him grown more situated to an environment of calm. It is not her fault, certainly. "Sorry... what?", he couldn't hear what she said in entirety and so embarassment is palpable in his voice. "Life... Do you ever really get tired of it?", she finds him staring at her. Or may be the question she let out has discomfited him. It is not long before he realises what he has been doing. However, the daze is again broken off by her. With a low snort. Finally, he feels like he needs to put some clarifications across before he is labelled a complete knucklehead and made rounds with around the town. "... Sorr...