Clink clank clink clank its like imaginary buttons of a rusty old typewriter going on non stop in my head which is currently home to several zillion thought processes of which my conscious self can focus only on 2 max 3 …
Work what happened at work
Will I wake up on time tmw
What abt the 5 novels I am reading will the stories mix in my head as I try not to fall asleep on one
Some of these superficial thoughts have large debates lying underneath and huge conversations just waiting to explode
But then who does one converse with these thoughts that mostly die a silent death in the folds of my overheated brain?
Who will spend precious time n cell monies on talking abt say why the greenpeace revolution is not a revolution at all or did the pune marathon really go off as well as it was supposed to maybe as mundane as to the petrol strike that happened or even as rubbish n trivial as why I never seem to have enough to spend??!
Humm neways maybe I shall talk to myself over a cup of coffee at a good cosy coffee shop facing a lawn with not too much noise around …but hey didn’t that café shut down some time back?!
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