I wake up late, after that cold night, to still see the messy room! In a flash, the whole wrecking episode of last night comes to my mind. There is nothing so indifferent about my room. It has always been messy, with books laying all around the floor, with clothes and comb inbetween. It is a nightmare when you have to find a little space to place the feet after you wake up from bed. I place my feet on the chemistry book, and take it back very quickly in reflex, as if the book is capable of conducting electricity. I was taught that the books are more auspicious. I shall not even touch it without brushing the teeth, else the goddess Saraswati might slap me hard to get that wisdom teeth out. I might have wanted to try that; because I always dread about dentist appointments. I would love to see my room clean. But the problem is, I get sidetracked when I start to pick the books from the floor. I pick one, two, three books, and there I sit with the pile thinking of what is happening in my life. Just like this piece of writing, where I started to convey about the problems of last night, I sidetracked to discuss about my messy room.
~digging the past!
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