(See how cryptic I can be...horribly written...wonder if anyone can get even an inch of what I meant )sad:( infact I was thinking of changing the blog name to crypto scripto ;) eh?
It is since then I hate pink colour.It happened right before my eyes...He cracked open.
I once thought him to be a beautiful, creamy statue, that talked,smiled and laughed with people- almost perfect to live in this world of men.
But sometimes I also imagined hearing some sobbing from it.
But that day....
HE shook,shook violently...and tore himself out..his hand actually scratched off the skin of the other...this ritual...sure I must have been dreaming (I thot then),or some sci-fi movie I had seen perhaps...and out emerged a pink body,horribly pink,wrinkled like a newborn baby...
This newborn looked around..in his eyes were the astonishment and the gratefulness to the glaring lights that assured him of life;and also the pain that came with it.
Each step for him was an ordeal in itself.The touch of a feather like an acid burn...his new pink skin burning in the air...
But he kept walking ..his soles hardened...he kept working,his palms got some colour.Nature had decided to build him now.
Last time I saw him,he wasnt fully pink anymore,just the necessary places:)
He didnt get what he didnt need.
He was recently promoted at the place he worked.
Btw did I mention what was left behind when this newborn came out-A plastic bag.
posted by RainMan @ 9:40 PM
3 Comments:
okay hint:plastic is an extremely mouldable ,indestructible and man made material.
:) njoy
I was sitting on my study table, before my table. The tube light in the room was already feeling tired and had started to flicker. My computer was making faces and hopping in its place as if it wanted to run out from the room. My clothes were all swaying like anything about there hooks and were falling upon the ground like autumn leaves. The table and bed had strangely developed affinity for each other and were drawing close to each other.
People across the wing were shouting out of panic. Sounds of footsteps hurrying away were audible. Every now and then there was someone banging at my door and babbling something. Suddenly my alarm rang and I woke up. So I had been dreaming of apocalypse again…huh!! But then why was everything in my room so upset.
.... since long i had this thing irking .... is this thing related to what you felt about some character around you ??!!
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