As the rain hammers down the trees and ensures electricity catches a longish break, I long for sleep.
But, of course! I’m lying.
My caffeine addict brain pleads for a cup to make it feel sane. Times like these, I feel that my sister’s advice of getting a gas-connection instead of the induction, seems about right.
All for a cup!
The laptop’s battery lasted till I finished the finale of ‘This is us’. A tear-jerker drama that is designed with an evil intent of making you cry. Not sad, but emotional.
An outpour. And yes, the rain outside too.
I’m worried more for my bicycle parked downstairs. After months, it was serviced, and the ride back home has given it another wash. Not a good one, though.
Also worried about my neighbors’ late night singing. Believe me, it’s not improving. On some days, I feel like shouting back the same song in response. But I hold back. One bad singer is enough for the neighborhood of Ejipura.
While the wind acts lazy and the rain seems to have taken a break, I still await the light bulb to blink.
I won’t have that Swades’ ‘Bijli’ moment but at least I’ll brew myself a cup of coffee. Maybe.