Of insomniac afternoons and indulgent reveries...

time halts and ideas play havoc in the mind.lying on the couch.feeling hot.sweaty.Maugham dangles precariously from hand.the fan drones noisily.the T.V is in mute.staring blankly at the screen.thoughts flood and apprehensions and premonitions adhere to the skeptic mind.sweaty beads on forehead.kajer mashi scurries past the backyard sulking noisily to herself about the work pressure.the chappal flaps on the hot cement.
tom smacks jerry on the head.tulsi cries.kumkum seeks vengeance.sidhhu roars with laughter at a not-so-funny joke.the screen flickers and vision blurs.
the couch feels unnaturally hot.the floor is cooler in comparison.the T.V is turned off.Maugham is returned to the shelf.the pillow is made even.hair hangs loose and spreads on the mosaic.staring blankly at the ceiling evokes hypnosis.the fan blades whip the warm claustrophobia.
and yet another afternoon whiles away in uneventful listlessness...