Blink

Its 12. Midnight. I come home. Jaded. I serve my supper. Turn on the notebook. Actually to feed the mp3 player. Turn on a movie to accompany supper. Freedom Writers. Never heard of it. Hillary Swank is in it. Not surprised! Looks like a shot at the Oscars. Race fight is on in a University. Oh, not another movie. Supper done. Exit the movie. The mp3 player is fed too. Switched off with a slide (yeah, its a 'Touch'). Switch to the tabloids. An article on fitness. Milind Soman is a demi god. Another tabloid. Vikram Pandit handling the reigns of a 200 year ol' company. Sense of pride. Yet another tabloid. India is a hilarious country with no sense of humor. Interesting. Screen saver kicks in the notebook. Milky way. Giant Jupiter. Saturn rings. Moon with its imperfections. Mother Earth. Blue. Just a dot in the scheme of things. Zephyr. Darkness. Outside. Inside. Introspection. Pink Floyd. Roger Waters. Hey you. Cry for help. Miss her. Snap back to reality. 6AM not far away. Eyes fold. Dreams. Cryptic.