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An empty house, dark cloudy skies, the drip of rain falling on tree leaves and the roll of thunder, shimmering street lights,dark shadows jumping over puddles, the wet spray, the scented breeze...Sugar, spice and everything nice...Welcome to the Hotel California...This could be Heaven or this could be Hell...
I am totally bored. Devoid of ideas, devoid of plans, devoid of energy. It is the most purest form of boredom ever imaginable. So bored am I that writing this nonsensical sentence is and will in all likelihood be the high point of my day. Thank you for reading.
bored cored coned honed honer loner liner diner dinar (This is where all the alphabets are successfully rearranged. Yay!) minar miner mined mixed fixed foxed boxed bored Nah! That didn't help.
Meditation Music...
Strangely, it always reminded me of funerals. We just knew it by the name, 'Meditation Music'. It was much more than that. It was life. Ever since Jaya Ma'am passed away, everyday, right after the lunch break they'd play that piece over the classroom speaker. It was the single most haunting and beautiful piece of music that I'd ever heard. I'd always imagine it being played at her funeral. If there was ever music for the soul, that was it. It swept you away to a distant land of trees and turbulent oceans, torments you with its power, overwhelms you with its symphony before the final release. It was like flying, flying over hills and trees, flying into the cool breeze, flying free. Free of all worries, free of all weariness, free to live, to enjoy, to laugh and scream in joy. It was the best feeling ever. Tonight, as I lay awake in bed fiddling with my mouth organ, that same tune came back to haunt me again. It still reminds me of funerals, but it means so muc...
That joke isn't funny anymore...
But that joke isn't funny anymore It's too close to home And it's too near the bone It's too close to home And it's too near the bone More than you'll ever know ...