This particular phenomenon has become popular enough with me that it at least deserves a mention: When a hectic-odd day renders me too feeble to talk to anyone, I just rush back home and climb upstairs, consuming the last few drops of fuel left in me; into the arms of my most faithful friend….my room. J Its being upstairs separates it (to some extent) from rest of the house, and from rest of the world, thus imparting to it, an X-factor …..divine solitude. J Oh, I’m so glad to find such a solace at last. This loneliness, when coupled some alternative rock(ing) in my ears, heavenifies the things. J My frequent smiles tell the entire story. And then I close my eyes......I’m in a world, not really virtual, but definitely not real….where I see myself do what I can’t imagine myself doing consciously. But something’s still to come…..when this trance lasts for long, I’m already feeling something more divine, something more satisfying….something they call sleep. J
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