The playlist popped up one song after the other in a strangely stochastic manner. Though the earplugs ensured nothing else reverberated in my eardrums, my head remained far from the music. My phone rung twice probably, atleast thats what the call log says. My mind was elsewhere. I could picturize myself in a boxing ring, getting hit and losing a quantum of energy as each punch appeared to be more vigorous than the last. Not surprisingly, the subway had gone past the station I was to de-board at. Nonetheless, when my short-lived trance was over, I moved out & breathed in fresh air. Tactically, my phone had ran out of battery and music stopped playing. Suddenly,I felt myself pushed against the world I didnt want to be in. Why? I had no answers. The same fashion in which my day unfolded left me a deja vu feeling. I wish I had looked for an answer the very first day. So, when does it get late to start?, something resounded.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 12:19:51 +0000
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