(Excerpted From a fiction piece) & inspired by the previous post!!
Sunday's are always bright. A special day (for me, for this world) supposedly. Brings out the worst in me always. "Rile and bile" days, as I still call them. Silence I need, disconnect from this cess. "Rile Bile" days remind us how weirdly broken our choices and world are. Wabi Sabi anyone?
I am working. On a Sunday? I work to thrill - I work to kill the sounds.
In the middle of a crazy plan that I am working upon, I begin singing "Its been 7 hrs and 15 days" loudly. Its a song that I have not heard for some months for now, and I wonder why my brain chooses to surface this memory.
I look up the classic and begin playing it. As the classic plays out - I realise, I am on a time warp - 7 hrs and 15 days. Loop. Repeat.
Do you see that?
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