The Faceless

Prologue:


Wake up in the morning,
pounding headache..not sure whether its from the ongoing unknown pain or last night's hangover.
stuffing something down the throat and running off to destination.
getting greeted by known faces..feeling upbeat all of a sudden.
redundant life takes over in no time.
not sure if it's pleasant or upbeat anymore.
all of a sudden the agony is over..feeling jobless.
have plenty of things to do but cannot really commit.
known faces are suddenly busy..my hometown was so cool.
the headache comes back..oops!! remembering...have to submit tomorrow.
rush to take help..clueless.
two hours pass..desparate to finish..."scribble something yaar!"
10 pm... hungry like a hog..will head home.
pocket not allowing to have the drag... damn my luck!
rummaging the pockets...nice cell phone..kinda old but still state-of-the-art.
call friends..."your balance is... f***!!"... home sweet home...food..udhaar ki bidi.
sweeetheart's sweet voice..cell works? amazing... productive day..can i sleep now...who cares? fosters does...goodnight.

Epilogue:
Wake up in the morning
pounding headache..not sure whether its from the ongoing unknown pain or last night's hangover...


Wondering where's the portion that usually comes between the prologue and the epilogue? its there..look hard..its my BLOG!!