Another empty day of a string of empty hours of a string of empty minutes of a string of vacant, staring, expectant seconds. I have nothing to give. All I have is an empty page in front of me and an empty mind wanting to fill it up with words that it can feel pleased about. Nothing much churns inside me. Nothing much.

Okay, I’m done with this. Today is the day for random thoughts. How random?

 

A rain-sogged metro ticket.

An old man behind the counter.

A blue mp3 player.

Mobile tower lights.

Streetlights painted silver.

A book of alphabets for children.

Guitar.

A dim evening sky through dark green leaves.

Tea-leaves.

A Paris boulevard.

Grammar errors.

Laughter among friends.

Sunshine.

Garbage stuck in the mouth of a drain.

Tea stains on the morning newspaper.

World War II bombings.

A waltz.

Yellow.

Teletubbies.

Eye of fire.

An advertisement for a mobile.

AC in a movie hall.

A long phone call.

Confessions.

Colour of the skin.

A Border-Collie.

A Swiss army camp.

Automobile horn.

Sleep.

Stars.

Wilted petals.

An old typewriter.

Sun on the verandah.

A gathering of old men.

A garden.

Low-power lights.

A traffic-logged mountain road; long row of trucks.

Eyes of some animal shining in the dark.

Mist.

Reverse gear.

Faked friendship.

Bitter memories.

Seagull.

Physics.

Brick.

A long lit corridor.

Fireworks on the night sky.

Wallpapers.

Red ink.

I wish…

Rewind.

Boyzone.

Second chance.

Bestselling book.

Roadside ad.

Spider-man.

Monster Truck Madness.

Witch.

Inverted 7-Up.

Incomplete.

Late night philosophy.

World record.

PC Alert 4.

Series.

Improvement.

Visual Basic.

Static.

Enough.

 

I mean, enough. That’s it. No more. Thanks for joining in. Stay tuned for more, same time, same place.

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