Bobita

This is Bobita. I think she is bong. I don't want her to be. I love her. She adorns the basketball court (popularly called the BBC) in the hostel area of my college. I love her. I made this sketch a long while back. Then she wasn't pregnant. Now she is. We will see little puppies soon. I hope they aren't taken away by the dog catchers again. Everytime i pass by she wags her tail. I love her. She looks like a champagne bottle when she sits down these days coz she is bloated. Sometimes we touch her tummy and little things kick back. It is a little creepy that they are alive and inside her. Feels good to know they will be out soon. I think she is the cutest she-dog ever. Have I said this before...but i love her a lot.

sleep 2

Sleep is intyresting me. Sleep is taking me elsewhere. Sleep is keeping me awake.

For how long?

I don't care... so long as I leave all those who bask into the light and fade away into a world beyond bedrooms, laundry and public transport.

Is all this shit coming out from the lack of exactly what has caught my attention, ... I don't know...I don't wanna know...

Sleep

Time stops as i dream of the worlds to come that drift me into another black room...to shatter, to assemble, to excite, to disappoint, to fill me up with ecstacy, to bring in a new flavour...

I feel no motion, no emotion, no rain, no sun, no one... any one?

blank.

blink.

blank.

blurr.

colour.

good morning.

Hostel Mornings

Hostel mornings.alarm snoozes.loo queues.dettol hand washes.the rising sun.broken chappals.goodbye to the stars.leaking taps.colgate.grey clouds.window views.hairbrushes.faded curtains.towels.fungus infested kohlapuris.uncomfortable silences.absurdly strange cravings.creaking doors.random bollywood songs.showers.shivers.ear splitting wake up calls.life.