Speaking doctors

As I sit As I think The day has slipped Choco gift The two minute walk Has made my day. To smile To think, as I think. Of chocolate eyes, of khara ties Has made my day. Of trivial things Of not so kings Of tantrum queens? As I sit As I think The day has slipped.

Seven thirty pm. Not bad. Clinic from nine till seven. Doable. Tired but content. Thats what matters. The traffic is slow and study. People, I actually have nothing good to say. Byes.

Its Monday. After three days of holiday, here I am back to work. I mindlessly type Monday blues and the following definition pops up. "Its when you'r sick and you are always having a bad day on Monday". Rather sarcastic. Walking up at twelve noon has'nt helped me one bit. Its like a jet lag today. I feel nauseaus. I hope I get better as the day goes.

I find this new obsession. Coconut oil. I frequently follow a blog written by a lady named Mara, with the title, 'blog about love'. Its sweet, amazing. I read in her blog that she used coconut oil for her face. Not an issue, I'd thought. I knew exactly where my mom kept the oil. I take a whole blob. It melts on my palm. I divide it by rubbing both my hands and spread it over my face. Greasy. Calming. In the days to come if you like or don't like the way my skin looks, you know exactly who to blame.

I wish I could Detoxify I wish I could Undo I wish I could Rewind Forget Forgive For now For ever It was? To get To give For now For ever I wish I wish I wish I wish.

"Sindhis are cruel people", the female patient tells me, as I ask her how are the conditions outside. This added information makes me smile cheek to cheek. "Yes they are", she insists. I smile further. I have a nice smile I suppose. The city carries a deserted look as I return home. Someone is murdered. And this is the reaction. The city of lights becomes dark.