its was only a difference of seconds, from the distance i could sense the eluding light of green, the timer was pacing to naught.i must haste, may be to the gauche side of the road that would give me the extra second to avoid the minute long wait, let me cross this signal then i'll think of green.thanks to the truck which was already breaking signals i crossed it along.
no, it wasn't the minute that i was wearied of, it was the the whole day that as per the omen in my mind would have become dull had i had to wait at the signal, then there were the five pairs of feminine jeans that i had to spot, the sudoku that i had to crack for india to win the match, the breakfast i had to skip to clear the interview, the elevator that should have already been at the basement when i reached there.
it was some movie..amitabh wont open his eyes in the morning till aishwarya his daughter wakes him up (now aby baby will wake to her snores-thanks videocon), then srikkanth would stare at the sun after a blazing fifty(he also remained seated in the cold while kapil was turning the heat on zimbabwe(screw you BBC)),
she should have been online..i would have slept peacefully..would have never written this.
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