This should be the random most post I've ever made. I have a tv in front of me, a pile of bananas on my right, poo sleeping near my legs and this gadget on my lap as I write this post. I just scratched my head thinking 'What am I writing? Where is this going?'. This followed with a 5 second blackout where I really didn't see much but the white screen and a few words staring back at me. I now look at my father who is half asleep, hoping for inspiration to write this post I can only find myself concentrating on the remote slipping from his hand. I am now taking a quick look at the tv to see what's playing on it. Oh, Agneepath and the part where Hrithik Roshan's father is hung. Not even remotely inspiring.
I can now see my cat chewing on something and making his way into my room, may be to drink water or maybe to poop. Who knows?
I just realised my father just woke up and went into the kitchen to scout for medicines. I hear sounds coming from spoons clanking, wrappers getting ripped, water filling into the glass. Etc. The phone just rung, almost waking me from this nonsensical rambling. Almost.
I am now looking at my father again, who is going by his routine nighttime exercise. Except this time, I am seated at an odd angle, slouching on my back and blinking as he wrings his hands causing the lights to dim in and out. My mother just placed one leg on the couch I am seated at, I am looking at her toes as she moves them in a very relatable fashion. My attraction is taken to her fingers as she rolls the telephone cord in them, tugging at it with more intensity depending on the content of her conversation.
I have now shifted to another couch. Here I am, with better lighting yet no inspiration. I am looking at the tv watching a Samsung advertisement, I immediately glance at my samsung phone as if it was a conditional response. My brother just hit my leg with the remote and i didn't hear what he said. But, I nodded anyway. Very habitually irritating.
I am now looking at the time on my phone and thinking of texting. I also scratched my neck and let out a yawn as I remember my bed. My lovely bed.
I am now retiring from writing this post. Maybe someday, this article will be the cornerstone for another contemporary writing style. Maybe.
I can now see my cat chewing on something and making his way into my room, may be to drink water or maybe to poop. Who knows?
I just realised my father just woke up and went into the kitchen to scout for medicines. I hear sounds coming from spoons clanking, wrappers getting ripped, water filling into the glass. Etc. The phone just rung, almost waking me from this nonsensical rambling. Almost.
I am now looking at my father again, who is going by his routine nighttime exercise. Except this time, I am seated at an odd angle, slouching on my back and blinking as he wrings his hands causing the lights to dim in and out. My mother just placed one leg on the couch I am seated at, I am looking at her toes as she moves them in a very relatable fashion. My attraction is taken to her fingers as she rolls the telephone cord in them, tugging at it with more intensity depending on the content of her conversation.
I have now shifted to another couch. Here I am, with better lighting yet no inspiration. I am looking at the tv watching a Samsung advertisement, I immediately glance at my samsung phone as if it was a conditional response. My brother just hit my leg with the remote and i didn't hear what he said. But, I nodded anyway. Very habitually irritating.
I am now looking at the time on my phone and thinking of texting. I also scratched my neck and let out a yawn as I remember my bed. My lovely bed.
I am now retiring from writing this post. Maybe someday, this article will be the cornerstone for another contemporary writing style. Maybe.
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