Glass

God, how can you do this to me. I have had the pleasure of this sight for this long. How could you suddenly take that innocent pleasure off me. It is really painfull to realise these may be the last few glances am stealing from her privare space. Well, god was gracefull enough to never let her know this obinoxious character of mine. Why character, i really wonder if she was ever aware of my existance. Lucky enough to have followed out my patterns over these years.

Being blasphemous for a "view". Sort of because that was one good thing which ever happened to me. Don't remember how it started. Before i realised, i have included that glance in my daily iitenary. Making it a voluntary glance and looking forward to it, that should have been avery cautious act but don't have a clue how it happened.

The view in question is that of a lady working on the machine, from nearly 15 meters from her and one floor below. The ambience was so, i could never stare at her. But nobody would really care my accidential glances from the book. Let me tell you the book was always important than the view. But the views were like fullstops to the reading process.

White, the whole building was white. She sat behind a glass pane. How i hate this glass i usually end up having a substandrad view, thanks to all the white lights.

Never followed her, didn't dare, never bothered. But our spectrum of social life did overlap at times. Clad in red she could kill, white - devastate. The only fantasy i ever had on her was how she would look if she wore a specks.

Just another day in there, despite of that fact it was the last. I walked out. May be i can buy some time tommorow before my departure. Have to think about it.
Yes i did make it, drunk. Same place, book for a pretence. Felt like i was sitting far away. Hmm..soberness should have helped. No time for that now. Enjoyed the ambience. Walked out.

Mist

I am standing on my second floor balcony in my t-shirt and shorts. Time is around 6 am. I can hear people playing soccer by the side of the building. I can actually have only a glimpse of one goal post. You can see prairies extending for miles on end in the back of the building. I don't really understand how they reach up to my balcony. Guess the rooms below mine does't have windows facing eastward. I was never concerned, the fact is i don't know whats outside the door of my room. I don't know how i came in, nor how i will get out. These thoughts were never in the frame of my mind.

Huge trees with well endowed fruits, thats what i see when i look up. Could never identify them. One thing i clearly remember is the absence of smell. It was as if the sensation was cut off. Not sure if it really was.

The whole place was covered in mist. I can see a patch of green at a distance at the start of a hill. Well here she comes clad in white. I can't feel any wind but i can see her dress fluttering in the wind. Well she is comming straight for me. Damn it She is in my room. She should have climbed in through the balcony. The room is more or less a collage. I have pictures all around on the walls. Didn't really leave any breathing space for the paint. She sits down on the only chair, i stand infront of her staring in to her eyes...oh blue what a colour you are. She rather looks like a gypsy. She was wearing a blue demin skirt and shirt. Curls of her hair falling over her face. Nobody speaks. We both stare at each other for a while.

Now i know how she made it in...she just climbed down the balcony. I see her back in the green patch devoid of mist, but covered by, around. Where does the kids come from. They are running with her. Her white dress flutters in the wind. I take a breath..cool fresh air.

Here i lie, on the bed with him staring at me. I feel i just walked out of "Trainspotting". He is smiling, he has a reason to. He got a thread...god knows where he takes it. Well that was one big mistake of mine.....but don't care....doesn't really matter now. I was through her...long back.

Continued to suffer the consequences and discovered that there are no easy solutions to the inherent loneliness and pain of life.

Dip

Imagine a pub rectangular in shape 30 meters across and 15 meters wide. Interested, carry on...I prefer to panel the walls with plain grey steel. Walls, why only walls, why not the floor and ceiling too. Hmm so be it. Lit with only white light from the ceiling...never bright. Music ..that should filter down from the walls. Genere of music - metal. Volume within comfortable audible limits.
You don't have any place to sit except the floor, ofcourse if you can manage to find some. You can keep your drinks on a rack on the wall running through the perimeter of the rectangular room. The room won't have any beams. Fully air conditioned , well ventilated. You can buy your drinks from a rectangular hole one each on three sides of the wall.
You have 2 kinds of glasses available small one for beer other for... well the others. Food, sorry you won't find a wide range. We also serve tea and coffee. But no juices or mocktails.
No DJs, songs will be played one after the other....you can get the list of songs to be played a week in advance in the net, that too against the time slots.
The pub will give 24/7 support. You can't really make out if its really day or night from inside. There are no windows available. One single point of entry and exit. A rotating steel door. We also maintain another door, which will lead to a lift, it doubles as an way for the staff, goods and emergency exit.
The best part is i am going to built it two floors down the ground. And the only way in will be a hole through which you will have to climb up and down. The hole will lead you to a landing from where you can see the rotating door, at a distance at the end of a long lobby.

You don't have to really pay for dreaming right. Let me try it bigger then.

I will buy a submarine and make it a pub. We will dive in every three hours,where else in the sea. The music will so loud you can actually see the water on the surface thump for square miles.

Why do i call this dip.
1. Its submerged under the worldly noises and crowd.
2. You can enjoy a small dip in an environment of your own from your congested, demoralised life.

Kim

Kim - bitch, bitch - Kim, wish it was me strangling her through her screams and strrugles. Marshall, the world owes you a lot for your efforts to sharpen the grey patches in between the identities. Its a virtue to classify individualities to binary digits, owing to the fact that we tend to allow a lot of breathing space in in between. Courtesy - overwhelming emotions.

Never had to use the B word. Never got a chance, rather never dared that far. Guess half of the lot deserves it. Wish my guess fails me. Whats the use of being in a life filled up with just two digits. MM forgive my arrogrance, will retract when the moment of truth comes.

1 doesn't know what 0 is. I really wonder if 1 can distinguish one 0 from another. Then it shouldn't make a difference if there are only two digits. But haughtiness has its own benefits....

Quit crying bitch, why do you always make me shout at you
Oh, what's a matter Kim....am I too loud for you??
Come on..we're going’ for a ride bitch, sit up front,
We'll be right back......Well I will, you'll be in the trunk.
What are you doing, change the station......I HATE this song! Does this look like a big joke?
Let go of my hair....please don't do this baby...please...I love you...look we
See, it all makes sense, doesn't it?
!....you did this to us...you did it...its your fault.
Now bleed bitch bleed....bleed bitch bleed...BLEEEEEED!!!!

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Courtesy - MM

Tea

One think i really enjoy after a drink is the music. Not definitely any thing soft. You might have seen slow motion pictures of a bullet piercing glass. Chop the layers of space with glass particles, parallel to the plane of glass . You will get layers.

That is exactly what i feel when i listen to music after being drunk. When i am drunk music is the bullet which passes through my sense. Well i categorise the shattered particles from my senses. I fine tune to the sounds, isolate instruments ( which is normally not possible in heavy music ) , and the very effort create ripples in my senses. Layers may be an instrument, melody, thumb or anything.

Kerewin, do you think there are reasons other that what mentioned above for me falling for you. Well one possible reason could be your age. Stumped ... You ought to be, K.

But for now there is the sun at her back, and home here, and the free wind all round.....

Blues

Not really sure why i am doing this. But definitely not apprehensive. I fear if this this experiment of mine is going to flop and consume some valuable space out of google's servers. I have always been a big fan of google. I guess anybody is.

I saw "Crash" a few days back. Powerfull movie. The movie seemed to have a blue tint throughout. Thats why i named this script Blues. I wouldn't have really bothered if it would have been a 4 hour movie, but with every characters story stitched together in detail. Ofcourse brevity matters and the director was very cautious about the quality time in the movie i guess. Never did i feel the supressed feelings of a women towards harassment till i came across the relevant scene in the movie.

The scene in the movie connects me to the novel by J M Coetzee " Disgrace". The professors daughter in the book should have underwent a hell lot of post rape trauma. I can remember her fresh from a bath in her towel looking for her father in their vandalised house just after the rape. So fresh. I dare to tell that i could still feel her fresh smell [JMC forgive me if i am taking too much liberties on your character]
Was the student the professor molested a black....am not sure don't remember.