The New Table and The change: Random Writings 02:
When he returned home, sounds divine when you call a house a home, he found a newness in his room.
Someone has come to his side and was standing firmly to colour him with his presence.
For the whole day, he had been dealing with the 'why they neglected me' but now the touch of the wood gave him happiness.
Happiness, though is a relative term, he said.
and the moment he said, he felt that he was being touched with softness and was being prompted to write.
Some amount of cough, some dryness in throat and some of his random conflicts enabled him.
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This was the start of Random Writings-02.
He ranked it, may be numbered, or to say he ranked the numbers.
He could easily feel the face of his inner self on his shoulders and was always aware of her presence.
A presence, that corrects him in his spellings, words and looks.
' I am no one to write'
Why and how to write?
certain answers were already there for these baseless questions.
but, just for the sake of a ritual, he asked these and answered himself.
When he was typing on the not so slow laptop, he saw the sound of the processor and went inside.
Of course, he was dreaming, of course he was not.
The Mr So Called Writer has just woke up.
Let him come out of the bed and realize that the companion is still on his side, very near to him.
He gave a look, with both the eyes, to the table.
He was happy and this has been the only thing that mattered to him.
Live in the present and choose to be Happy.
He said to himself and went back to the snoozing ten minutes.
Let him start the day, man.
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This is Random Writings 02.
