Deprived

 Being deprived just because

There were two of your kind already

And only a boy would fit the match.

What do we do?

What do we do of

the social butterfly turned

a bed hog?

I mean can you even imagine being cocooned under adverse social habit where the physical is incarcerated within dull & monotonous walls and yet the moods decide to haywire between extreme polar. 

Confused the social butterfly,

Tired the bed hog.

A Story

        If I were to write a story, I'd probably include the frequent scooter rides to Durtlang. It has been years now since I've been commuting back and forth DDK, dissecting the city with such long rides. Be it sunny, rainy or cloudy, each second I took driving usually had me thinking about a whole lot of everything. Coming back is a whole different story too. I don't know if it's just me but I find such satisfaction staring into the twinkling city lights below. 

        This specific evening, as I drove myself home from the rather cold Leitan breeze, like a moth drawn towards the warm city lights, I thought it would be fun to monitor how much time it took me to reach home. Suppose point A is DDK, point B home, then the amount of time taken (t) by variable x (me) is directly proportional to weather condition, traffic jam and my mood. You see, usually in the old normal, it took me atleast 30-40mins for x to reach from point A to point B and vice versa. But this fateful evening amidst partial lockdown, it took me just 20mins. Boy, the city was empty, kinda scary driving through the pitch black foggy Durtlang slopes, just 1 vehicle in sight, just 1 scooter down Chaltlang, much to my relief, Chanmari greeted me with the warmth of some neighbourhood fried chicken aroma, the warmth of Dawrpui streetlights atop the railings offered quite a comfort too. I remembered the area around Gandhi's statue lacked proper lighting, just after I ran past the flickering Baskin Robbin's outlight. Creepy. 

        Well, I considered myself home at the sight of Aijal Club, that familiar pinkish Bloom Beauty Pro. banner at its side always gives me the necessary assurance that I have reached my locality safe. And yes, this is just an account of one evening, I have a whole lot more tale to deliver, but atlas it's 2:00am, the rain is brewing and I need to tend to my farm, which farm you might ask? Well, the android game called Hay Day, with which I have formed an addictive bond with since summer of 2016.